Common Place.
“You are the highway I travel, because I watched You carve streets out of sand and gravel. I gave you brokenness – You gave me innocence, and now this...
Tick-tick-tick. There is life here.
The metronome ticks. St Petersburg is alive. The sun rose over the Niva River as we journeyed to Orphanage 60 to speak to teens preparing for graduation. 60 is...
