Hope.
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1 min readJan 23, 2019
Hope can be faintly heard in the cracking and crunching of a creosote tumble-brush bouncing along a sun-soaked desert road.
The winds of death orchestrate its desperate dance.
Hope can be faintly heard in the cracking and crunching of a creosote tumble-brush bouncing along a sun-soaked desert road.
The winds of death orchestrate its desperate dance.
