Report, if you have a problem with this page“ That was the day the ancient songs of blood and war spilled from a hole in the skyAnd there was a long moment as we listened and fell silent in our griefand then one by one, we stood talland came togetherand began to sing of life and love and all that is good and trueAnd I will never forget that day when the ancient songs died because there was no one in the world to sing them. ”
Brian Andreas
From : Traveling Light: Stories & Drawings for a Quiet Mind
