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So Many Objects, So Many Memories. Each Was Being Labelled And Packed Away In Bags Just As It Was In Her Mind. To Be Stored In An Area That Would Sometime Be Called Upon To Teach And Help In Future Life.

Life's Kind Of Like A Painting. A Really Bizarre, Abstract Painting. You Could Look At It And Think That All It Is, Is A Blur. And You Could Continue Living Your Life Thinking That All It Is, Is Just A Blur. But If You Really Look At It, Really See It, Focus On It, And Use Your Imagination, Life Can Become So Much More. The Painting Could Be Of The Sea, The Sky, People,buildings, A Butterfly On A Flower, Or Anything Except The Blur You Were Once Convinced It Was.

Oh, That Fighting For Peace Is Like Screwing For Virginity.

Holly's Theory About The Army," Sharon Explained. And What Is It?" Denise Asked, Intrigued. Oh, That Fighting For Peace Is Like Screwing For Virginity.

Sometimes You Have To Give Yourself To Somebody In Order To See Who You Are. Sometimes You Have To Unravel Things To Get To The Core