“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.”

“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.”

“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.”

“I saw the Earth, yes. I saw the colors so magnificent, so vivid, so real. It was hope so large and round, green and blue.”

“When I think of war, I see blood. Pain and suffering. Nothing good comes from war.But there is good. There will be an outcome. One side will find peace, solace. While the other will end in bitter loss.There are two sides to the coin of war.”