Back to the land of freedom. Back to breaking the law with her sisters to make sure justice got served. God, just the thought had her tingling all over.

Yesterday is a cancelled check. Today is cash on the line. Tomorrow is a promissory note.

You mustn’t wish for another life. You mustn’t want to be somebody else. What you must do is this: “Rejoice evermore.  Pray without ceasing.  In everything give thanks.”  I am not all the way capable of so much, but those are the right instructions.

  And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler,   Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Written By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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