Dear child, the stench of War is stealing the fragrance of your father's memories, I am most sorrowful of that fact. Do not go into the world angry because of it, Miles, go forward with your young heart and spirit, go forth and be a peacemaker, so other children won't also have a hole blown in them by things they should never have experienced. Bless you, child. Bless you. Mark Richard Prime © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)