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“That was the day the ancient songs of blood and war spilled from a hole in the sky And there was a long moment as we listened and fell silent in our grief and then one by one, we stood tall and came together and began to sing of life and love and all that is good and true And I will never forget that day when the ancient songs died because there was no one in the world to sing them.”

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Book:Traveling Light: Stories & Drawings for a Quiet Mind
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Brian Andreas
Brian Andreas

Brian Andreas, born on September 17, 1956, is an accomplished American writer known for his unique sense of humor and insightful writing. His works, spanning poetry, novels, and illustrations, have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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