She squinted through the snowfall, her determination burning once again, in spite of the howling wind.
She had followed the wings of the hawk, and now….was that a cave? They had been led here for sure….”C’mon my love!” she yelled to him, who struggled with each step.
He had saved her so many times, now it was her turn. They knew this was not the time for dying.
Once they collapsed inside the cave, they found it warm and safe. They had survived the ruination, the last of all wars, led by the spirit hawk, surely it was a sign.
The Earth would bring healing. There would be a spring, and hope…..was about to be born.
From the Apocalyptic Journal.
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💕 Spring always brings hope 💕
Yay! Yes it does! Peace and wonderful blessings to ya.
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Thank you Postcard for your encouragement! Peace and have a wonderful weekend.
Have X wonderful Sunday! 🤗
Yay! 😎
Beautiful!! 🌹
Thank you Trini for your great comment! Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.
Great job! Yes, always there is hope!
Yay! Hope will see us through! Thank you JR. Peace and wonderful blessings to you and your family.
You are welcome and prayers and blessings to your family as well.
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Hope is what makes us take another step. Such a great story to explain this.
Thank you Erika for your encouraging comments! Peace and have a wonderfully creative week!
Thank you and peace to you too!
Wonderful! I love the adventure in this piece. How the earth is needed for energy for hope to exist.
Oh yes! Spring will bring healing upon a bare and ravished earth. Beautiful, Nico! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Thank you Amy! I think most of us are ready for spring! Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.
Great post!
Thank you so much! And welcome to my blog! Peace to you and wonderful blessings.
Thank you!