I Adore Themes Of Hope And Courage

Was It Harder To Die, Or Harder To Be The One Who Survived?

I Left The Jutra To Chop Wood. I Began My Walk Through The Snow, Five Kilometers To The Tree Line. That's When I Saw It. A Tiny Silver Of Gold Appeared Between Shades Of Gray On The Horizon. I Stared At The Amber Band Of Sunlight, Smiling. The Sun Had Returned. I Closed My Eyes. I Felt Andrius Moving Close. "i'll See You," He Said. "yes, I Will See You," I Whispered "i Will." I Reached Into My Pocket And Squeezed The Stone.

I Adore Themes Of Hope And Courage And The Ways We Find Meaning Through Suffering.

He Threw His Burning Cigarette Onto Our Clean Living Room Floor And Ground It Into The Wood With His Boot. We Were About To Become Cigarettes.

Somehow I Had To Turn The Salted Peanuts In The Cigar Box Into Petits Fours.