Yet hope is reborn in the world of torrid heat that passes through the human soul. With outstretched arms, I waited for hope to fall, but I knew that this pa...

Yet hope is reborn in the world of torrid heat that passes through the human soul. With outstretched arms, I waited for hope to fall, but I knew that this pain would save my life, that I had a duty to continue searching for the spring among the burnt stones.

aphorism by Camelia Oprița from How can I plant your fingerprints on the path of my life? (2017), translated by Camelia Oprița
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