Land Is The Only Thing In The

It's A Curse - This Not Wanting To Look On Naked Realities. Until The War, Life Was Never More Real To Me Than A Shadow Show On A Curtain. And I Preferred It So. I Do Not Like The Outlines Of Things To Be Too Sharp. I Like Them Gently Blurred, A Little Hazy.

Supposed I Don't Want To Redeem Myself? Why Should I Fight To Uphold The System That Cast Me Out? I Shall Take Pleasure In Seeing It Smashed.

Somewhere, On The Long Road That Wound Through Those Four Years, The Girl With Her Sachet & Dancing Slippers Had Slipped Away & There Was Left A Woman With Sharp Green Eyes, Who Counted Pennies & Turned Her Hands To Many Menial Tasks, A Woman To Whom Nothing Was Left From The Wreckage Except The Indestructible Red Earth On Which She Stood.

Times Were So Hard It Was Difficult To Feed And Lodge Humans, Much Less Animals.

Babies, Babies, Babies. Why Did God Make So Many Babies? But No, God Didn't Make Them. Stupid People Made Them.