We machined onward,trying to ignore the tempest behind us,and before us,and all around,entired in a mounting whirlwind. The outlook tabled against us,peaced together uncertainly by those afraid of peace, because it’s easier to fear than to love.Only later,would history tellwho footed the billand who industried the plotbut notwho opened their hearts,the impossibles possibled when weContinue reading “Impossibles Possibled”
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