Chernobyl's StoryI remember exactly where I was the day the reactors melted. The town was quiet, just a normal work day for everyone. Women were home cleaning and cooking; children were busy learning in the local school; men were working at the plants. On days like this the cement streets were nearly silent. A few stray animals ran between the buildings trying to find a scrap of food to eat, but most were unsuccessful. In a desolate town like this, nothing was wasted. There was barely enough to go around as it was. The men could work as hard as they wanted in the plants, but their meager pay would never amount to enough to feed a small family of three.I was
Of LoveLove serves for life, for truth, and for status. Its chief use for life is sustenance for the soul; for truth, is in finding one's true self; and for status, is the feeling of greatest importance. To spend too much time in love is lust; to use it too much for truth is fantasy; to demand status is unjust. Wasteful people squander love, ignorant people abuse it, and reasonable people cherish it. Love not to question and order, nor to beg and plead, nor to feign and desire, but to honor and be equal. Demanding maketh a desperate person, controlling a spoiled person, and loving a true person. So if a person's heart be stolen, let him search the
Widening the GapWe're so in tune with each other. The rhythm we move to is perfectly in sync. We can feel the beat so deep within our souls that are movements are innate.There's never any questioning or second guessing.It takes years to build skill and trust like this. With one fluid motion the bows are drawn across the strings and the ost beautiful melodies are created.It's days like these that magic is created.Please tell me where the magic and trust has gone. Evaporated in the air forever. Gone for an unknown amount of time.The music is still made, but the passion is over. That unspoken bond between stand partners is no longer a safe one...But
Good-Bye My AngelI guess this is a formal good-bye. We never really had one did we? I can't blame you for that though. You had to leave and I had my own life to deal with. I think about you often though. Never doubt that.Thinking back on it, you took a while to trust me. I never pushed you. I understood your fear of new people. My heart skipped a beat when you climbed into my lap for the first time and rested your head on my knee. It started from there, didn't it?God must have known I needed an angel.So He sent me you.YOu wagged your tail so feriously every time you saw me that your whole body would shake. If I didn't play fetch with you, you go crabb
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