Written by Steve Wiens
*PLEASE NOTE: I received a physical copy of this book to review for the publisher.
They awake the same way each morning—in a haze of gray. The hours they sleep do not matter, nor does the weather outdoors. The alarm sounds; their eyes open; they leave the warmth of their bed and fight—they fight—just to get themselves started. These are our neighbors; these are our relatives. Maybe this is us.
We find ourselves in these hard times, these times where the living itself is a struggle, and we hope for renewal, newness. A new start.
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