It was not surprising no one was paying attention to her, the little girl who was hold her two dolls close together, in a small congress of three and perhaps information is best carried when it’s with less people.

She was playing with them having them act out child like house scenes like that of a mother cleaning and that of a father coming in from the fields from work slowly completed and done ...

It was quite beautiful, it was so green and lush

So full of life and yet life had no bite or coldness to it

There was none of the reality of life, none of the loss or the minor wins that come in our hopes and dreams

There was only perfection, fruit ripened on the wine, home of leave or clay ready to be had

Fire never to be tended and others never to be fought

And maybe that is what is mea...