the echoes of my ancestors are screams. they are begging to be heard, needing to be heard.
Author: Cris Nippard
How do you hold on to your idea of luck when you see others get it handed to them?
the echoes of my ancestors are screams. they are begging to be heard, needing to be heard.
How do you hold on to your idea of luck when you see others get it handed to them?