My heart hurts. How can it hurt when it's dead? Hope.
The love I receive on a daily basis from all of your true and kind souls gives me hope. Hope is all we need right? A little hope will grow into more hope.
I will scrounge around and look for it, collect the small pieces. Soon I will have a batch. Enough batches and I will make a rainbow of happiness ... and share it with you.
Where is my duffel bag?