Gone.

Never mind hymns of thanksgiving: hold on to a step once taken. A hard night! Dried blood smokes on my face, and nothing lies behind me but that repulsive little tree! The battle for the soul is as brutal as the battles of men; but the sight of justice is the pleasure of God.

Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.

Why did I talk about a friendly hand! My great advantage is that I can laugh at old love affairs full of falsehood, and stamp with shame such deceitful couples -- I went through women's Hell over there; and I will be able now to possess the truth within one body and soul.

A ranger in Prescott AZ who is only there if you look for him, and the will to protect and uphold all of those tears that were shed. You will make it, and together we will raise the banner.