Survival.
The night is somehow comforting. The stars remind me there is Light in this large Universe and that we are just a speck in the Creator's eye: no less than the moon and the stars ... no less.
Moving on
Inch by inch.
On the Global Front
So, I am yet to see the magic of the Arab Spring. So infectious it was, dreaming that all was for freedom when clearly it was not freedom's invitation we accepted. If not freedom, who or what?
Just a thought
Back in the day when sons went to war they went as proud warriors defending values they were prepared to die for. These days they cover their faces and have no insignia.
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