I thought living would get easier the older I became.

Not true.

Perhaps I thought, as I learned the rules for living, how to behave, I would settle into my fragile shell of skin.

If there are moments of silence in this – an absence of words – do not worry, for sometimes pictures speak softer than words and yet carry thought deeper into heart and into soul.

So rest your souls a while in the images. Read slowly, for there should be silence between words. The doves will keep you company.

A web of sorrow

My child’s mind learned of war through television, through history.
It ...

 

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