Shaky stitches
I want to tell you about two young men. I want to tell you about a world at war. I want to tell you about peace that passes understanding. I want to tell you about the pieces of peace that we’re stitching together, together.
I want to tell you about two young men. I want to tell you about a world at war. I want to tell you about peace that passes understanding. I want to tell you about the pieces of peace that we’re stitching together, together.
The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?