In my aircar,” said the old man, motioning Arthur to get into the craft which had settled silently next to them. “We are going deep into the bowels of the planet where even now our race is being revived from its five-million-year slumber.

Love isn't rest. Love requires you, from time to time, to rip up your soul and replant it. To dare your lover to do the same. To muster sympathy where it seemed impossible. To be, perpetually, two kids joining hands, drawing breath, and deep diving.

A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others. Be a carrier.

One day I stopped 
I listened and heard 
The most beautiful sound 
My SOUL…

Written By Angel Tania

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