See her in a sunshine dream, the way that you ain’t never seen, follow her down to bottom of a new town, the sky is blue, the clouds are few, you take her hand, she looks at you, come with me but don’t make a sound, she says, look at me look at you she says, Can ya smell the morning dew she says, Please be the only one who can, she says, open your eyes boy, you are the land.

To write good history is the noblest work of man.

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

It is not always on the great or the important that the balance of the universe depends.

Written By Madeleine L'Engle

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