When the sun was out on that day, the darkness covered the sky as far as the eye could see. Foolish people gathered, each one of them was unable to emerge the next step. And as if from the very gloom, a young child with hair like flaxen thread stepped out. The oval of the horizon had already diminished, but her eyes shone like stars that were picking the last handful of sunrays. She lifted her arms up high above her head, And a kind of feeble light was shining through her stretched finger tips. At the beginning, the darkness was still dominant, but the words of courage she whispered grew stronger and let a bit of light come into her life. The girl wore the role of the beacon that time by repeating positions with anybody in the dark space. Rays of light may have stopped there and then, but her inner fire of guts kept guiding the journey to lit up the tunnel for us, meaning that there is nothing so dark that the glitter of hope cannot be found.
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