Feel,” said Driscoll, his hands and arms out loosely. “Remember how you used to run when you were a kid, and how the wind felt. Like feathers on your arms. You ran and thought any minute you’d fly, but you never quite did.

If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd cut loose my pain, my longing.

What I see as the greatest threat to America is that the American people will put political pressure on their leaders to pull out of Iraq before we should.

Thelma Drake

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Written By Thelma Drake

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