After have passed the fleeting storm clouds of irrational and lying fear and the torrential downpour of hate without reason that they summoned have ceased falling upon the shadow darkened plains of volatile war, in the meadow of eternal peace will blossom the golden poppies of infinite altruism, in the absolute light and truth of Love with out condition...
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"Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey."  ~ Lord Byron