Dear people, I don’t have armies. I don’t have money.
Dear people,I don’t have armies. I don’t have money.I have wings—fragile, translucent, and full of purpose. Every time I fly, I pray:Let me find one more flower.Let me feed one more hive.Let me pollinate one more tree that might feed your children. I do this for free.For love.For life. But I’m scared.The skies are dangerous … Read more