A wise man
Sometimes mutual weirdness brings us to our soul-mates, chosen family as my friend calls them. There’s beauty in that.
I light a candle in the place where it all began.
Let it burn one day for this Kingdom
Let it burn one day for the Next
Let it blaze three glorious days
for the soul who shall bridge them on her journey home.
May the whispered words that
join us in faith
reach your ears and
bring you comfort.
Soldiers before, during, and after just one year of war. Photos by Claire Felicie. It has gone on for more than a decade now with no end in sight. Next up, Iran?