When there is pleasure, there is often abandon, and mistakes are made.

Entonces los ojos y el corazón del guerrero empiezan a acostumbrarse a la luz. Ya no le asusta, y él pasa a aceptar su Leyenda, aunque eso signifique correr riesgos.

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139

Written By William Tecumseh Sherman

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