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"His cry seemed to echo amongst the beautifully colored trees insisting that he live. That this small life was important in the midst of the turmoil and death that surrounded his birth."
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"History remembers some people, but most slide into silent oblivion without a ripple leaving only their name and descendants that have no recollection of them. Their experiences and life sparks were no less absolute than those living today."
|Posted by Kellianne Sweeney Turriate on June 29, 2011 at 4:09 PM||comments (0)|
"I found a mental box for these crazy thoughts and stuffed them all inside. However, the lid would not quite close. Pieces were dangling over the edge into my daily life. It disturbed me that I seemed unable to tuck this successfully away like so many other disturbing thoughts that I had banished into my mental box gallery."