I’ve been holding my breath
While holding my breath
I find it hard to think, so
Rather than writing
My days have been spent reading
A gripping novel concerning
Children, Hope and The Holocaust
“books … were passageways to other worlds, other realities, other lives one could imagine living. But in times like these, was it dangerous to dream unrealistic dreams?”
“I know it’s sometimes hard to believe the best. Isn’t it better than believing the worst, though?”
. “I prefer to have hope anyhow,” the girl concluded,”
“Otherwise, things become too frightening, and it’s hard to go on.”
“Then you must know that even when things seem darkest, there is hope.”
Excerpts From
The Book of Lost Names by Kristin Harmel
My appointment with my surgeon is at noon
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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