I sit and ponder as the water flows. I think it is an odd time for introspection. Standing next to the cradle of my belief's stories. Closer than ever to the fabled garden. I see ruins from times long ago.
With air over head we decide to take the hill, the ruins. At the top, slightly winded we behold the beauty around us. It is hard to remember that we are in a place with so much beauty. It is hard to remember because of the explosions, and random gunfire. Sometimes there are sleepless nights, but other times, we just enjoy the down time. Right now, we are few. "We happy few" to quote Shakespear. None-the-less, we are here.
Each day brings a new experience. We take in the pestilence and try to make it better. We do so with flag of partnership and peace. only a few bring desruction. We are constant guard for those few. The rest are trying to survive. It all goes back to Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. We can give people the basics, we can stop the attacks.
Each day is a battle for the basics...
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