Sunday Scrawl #4: Hopekeeper If I’d known what joy waited for me in my age, I would never have been so flippant with my life in my youth. My audience gathers around the fire, thirty or so of our cavern’s children, mostly between the ages of three and sixteen, with a few adults nearby to keep order. I’m seated on a roughly-hewn wooden chair—luxury—while the kids sit on hide blankets, carefully…