It is my gut that tells me we will arise from the ashes,perhaps more powerful than ever before. But, in a different way.
Somehow, the disaster wreaked upon us by the "Orange Rebellion" has resulted in a fusion of individuals who interact at the most primal level in a manner that I can only describe as loving and caring. Rudimenary as existence is, contentment is a visage on faces wherever I roam. A sense of inner-peace prevails.
Were the citizens of our country always this way, deep, deep down? I don't know. It doesn't matter. I am hungry and must stop writing now. I have arrived at a new destination. A stranger is beckoning me with beaker of drink and a hunk of bread in his outstretched hands. He is smiling, he is waiving, he is welcoming.
I have arrived. Perhaps I will stay awhile.
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