So much happened in the month of December that I had to revise my manuscript over and over again. The painful loss of someone dear to me challenged all the progress I made over the last year.
Still, I am left with hope. And these words from Thomas Wolfe’s You Can’t Go Home Again:
Pain and death will always be the same.
But under the pavements trembling like a pulse,under the buildings trembling like a cry…
there will be something growing like a flower,something bursting from the earth again,forever deathless, faithful, coming into life again like April- Thomas Wolfe<