I am a tapestry, unraveling; a thousand threads of light and dark, and darker still, and black . . .

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Falling Into Sunshine


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allen, we. Broken remains, wrestling with frailty, with our humanity, with soul and bones and skin. We ache. Hunger. And yet, there is hope. It is my prayer that the reflections found within these pages will inspire you to reach higher, go deeper ~ even when the way darkens, path narrows.

             For we are not alone.





Hillary McFarland
Writer | Artist 




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