Light is breaking through
In the very act of seeing what is brown, murky and decidedly unsafe, there’s movement. There’s life. And the light is breaking through.
In the very act of seeing what is brown, murky and decidedly unsafe, there’s movement. There’s life. And the light is breaking through.
In a very real way, I was there when my great-great-grandfather Lorenzo Whitaker survived the Civil War, and more specifically, the Battle of Gettysburg.