“Please cherish a clear sky.” - Ukrainian Refugee
I cannot fix the war. I cannot feed and cloth and offer a safe place to lay their head to those who have been displaced. I cannot heal that which makes someone evil. The world’s grief is heavy and deep. I can’t fix any of it. What I can do is sit in witness and tell the story to my son. It matters. …
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