A Pick Up

Hope Is a Living Prayer

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I sank deeper and deeper until everything was dark and cold. This cold pierced my skin to the ends of my bones.

My eyes are still closed, I'm floating and my feet haven't touched the ground.

When I close my eyes there is only an image of myself from a reflection of my face.

When I set foot on the ground, I felt a soft and wet surface. The soft grass that was still covered with dew greeted me slowly.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around.

I was at the end of a very beautiful bridge. The bridge that connects with the 'Village of Hope' I'm back at this place.