There is a spark in me. Can the world snuff it out?
Warmth in my chest grows day by day. Some dawns, my heart is afire. Do I burn too brightly to last?
Lord, let me tend this flame. Tomorrow may bring winter.
(Letter #2,334)
There is a spark in me. Can the world snuff it out?
Warmth in my chest grows day by day. Some dawns, my heart is afire. Do I burn too brightly to last?
Lord, let me tend this flame. Tomorrow may bring winter.
(Letter #2,334)
