I took this picture in December to reflect my mood after a national election I still can’t wrap my head around. After a wet fall the wishes attached to the Wishing Tree were damp and moldy and fading, dreams dashed. But then I got home and read the messages and I could see the hope that couldn’t be repressed, the light that would not yield to the darkness.
Some people break my heart, others heal it.
I wish for poems like sparklers or even night constellation fireworks. Kisses. I wish for love kisses.
I wish my sister gets everything she truly deserves. She is my everything. Please!
I wish I could live here so I could see my daughter every day!
I wish to level up!
I wish I wood have a dog
Spelling is not important at the Wishing Tree. You need hope, and hope I will cling to.
Boolie 