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How Many More Times Do We Have To Come To Terms With Death Before We Find Safety?

My Teeth Became Sour As I Listened To His Story. It Was Then That I Understood Why He Was Quiet All The Time.

We Must Live In The Radiance Of Tomorrow, As Our Ancestors Have Suggested In Their Tales. For What Is Yet To Come Tomorrow Has Possibilities, And We Must Think Of It, The Simplest Glimpse Of That Possibility Of Goodness. That Will Be Our Strength. That Has Always Been Our Strength.

Some Nights The Sky Wept Stars That Quickly Floated And Disappeared Into The Darkness Before Our Wishes Could Meet Them.

I Am Always Quiet So That I Know What To Say When I Must Speak.