Never in our silent moments of illusion do we sense the dark parallel that lives next to us. Nor do we suspect the carrier.
—Kris Courtney
The morning opens, a mist of innocence appears across the countryside that tells each one of us the day is new. That feeling of hope, love and the humble awareness of our duty becomes clear...
I recount as this journey begins where I rest to gather the tale from thissame old house resting on the hill, leaving me a view of a carnival once seen from just across the tracks....
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