about your intro:
"People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers & spider's webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go."
about your intro:
"People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers & spider's webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go."