. For My Children . Grow like the seekers do in the aftermath of an atomic-bomb dawn. Hunger like the artists do for a tid-bit of happiness found, held for longer than the activity of their art. Awaken from betrayal, a harder stone, a softer soul, sure of nothing but of God. Burn, until your … Continue reading For My Children
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