The pages spoke to her. The words introduced themselves and took hold of her being. She became one with her story and spoke it, for all to hear ~ to anyone who would listen. And when the night fell upon her, and she could no longer see, others carried her message and sent her home on wings of light. ~dpb~
How many have to disappear? How many more distress calls will it take? When will this be taken seriously? What do you think? Check out the following articles on one of the most mysterious places on earth and decide for yourself: Article #1 Article #2 Is there reason for concern?
"How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams."
May those who love us love us. And those that don't love us, May God turn their hearts. And if He doesn't turn their hearts, May he turn their ankles, So we'll know them by their limping.
The connection between good and evil is undeniable. It's also frustrating, to say the least, because without one the other cannot exist. Does this mean our fight is futile? In vain? Unnecessary? Never-ending? Or just exhausting? And who is winning? And who is keeping score?