How much of grief the heart must prove, That yields a sanctuary to love.
“As I turned to leave, I looked down. Beside my foot, a sprout of greenery was clawing its way through the pristine nothingness to begin anew. It was later that I realized my haven had sent me a message, and it had shown me that nothing is ever completely lost, unless you cease searching.”
― J.D. Stroube, Epiphany
foto – davdsons whaling station near eden nsw 2013