One Hundred Two

I gathered the broken branches and took them to the edge of the cliff. They looked to me like frightened children, separated from their parents. I could not find it in myself to throw them over, so I left them near the edge, hoping the wind would do what I could not.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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