“The familiar tune returns, its drifting quality heightened in pitch, like the sound of a bird, free flying through the soft breeze. I allow myself to believe that I may just be that bird, taking a small adventure across my tiny island. I could have wings that soar, high above the red stained streets into a much calmer, brighter sky.” WarSpiritualBirdMemoryVisualizationTuneWar SurvivorYearning For FreedomFlight Of FreedomSoaring Wings Book:All the Hope We Carry Source: All the Hope We Carry