Hannah M. Clipston

You didn’t give up. Maybe this is the turning point

for the hero of the story. Like a book that waxes, then wanes in your palms. The moment

In which life demands something different of you: your patience, your trust in the nature of things, your will, like Sisyphus, to start again up the hill. A split second decision.

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Maybe this is the twist of fate. Before the alignment, when stars are disarray. That

one day you will recall: how the story unfolded one page at a time, how the hero kept fighting when the plot was lost, like a lotus flower, blooming from the murkiness. In the end

it’s all that life demands of us, just to carry on.