With a heavy sigh Primrose opened her wornout shoes after the hard pathway toward the open field before reaching the next village .The shrubs around the farm were dry and soon they’d be burnt by the fire, some insect or bunnies maybe hid there, she thought. Ash looked around, watching the open ground which was sandy and graveled at the sides they would avoid the spot , instead he led her to get the area with trees and houses where he expected to find some people to ask where Eddie house was , as it's long years ago since the family moved to the village." Um.. with a more little time I had traveled this distance, l believe you still have enough energy..or you need a bit rest ? See the barn over there? It seems a forgotten place. We could see there and rest a bit " She nodded , saved her energy so she didn't talk . Ash approached, the dusty leaking door and pushed a little . What on earth ! It's so stuffy and dark .He cancelled to go in , smiled, " Not a good choice to res

Ash let Primrose to get him more tea, glanced at the paper he wrote on by a pencil he just sharpened by a rusty razor he found under some logs in the backyard .Knowing her get interested in it , he handed it , " Thanks " O,old friends ...you who are nomore here in millennium and your home now is under the graves The world is getting crazy More hypocrites come out at election alive and full of energy choosing their right to pick , be beast or try to be right ..Brain seems to be the winning teamWhile heart talk to soul about sustainability Brain won in the wealthy and ruling party all over the worldWhile heart and soul dealing with faithLife is a suspenseful test of The Divine .None having the real power it's only a role to play So have the wealthIt's all be ended underground ,breathless , dead skeleton with wide hollow eyes which see nothing and revealing mocking teeth which can't munch anything more Where is the tongue as ambassador of evil ? Eaten by wormsThey who fly

Alvano hit the table and with shaking voice he yelled , " If this is the way available ,I feel it's a killing of creativity. Why ? because everything is governed by numbers. conditions are ok , and allowed but long numbers must be the reason why this become so rigid. Art of creativity that involves brain and feeling a lot should have half at least freedom . Give options ! That's what l want .l know none will give it .." Garibaldy disagreed with his manner each time he conveys his idea ,' The longest and safest bridge? Patience .." he wanted to tell him so but he knew it's useless as he won't listen.The deepest bliss will thankfulness and first thing to do is you have to like yourself first in a right way ." Wow ..Wow beautiful to say it but hard to do .." Alvano will surely remark that way . He glanced at the chief editor who was taking his wife out of the room.Maybe they needed air and talk personally.Garibaldy lifted his cup a bit , murmuring , " Beautiful couple...faithful to

Garibaldy whistled when Misty showed him the new mail from Primrose ." In this work room certainly there are piles of documents,gold pen in the drawer ,some antiques and other precious stuff.Thieves , scoundrels, robbers who will break everything and took them illegally.." he paused for a while to light his long cigar ," That is exactly what those imperialists do their colonies"I nodded ,getting up to walk around the room before sitting back, swaying away the burden of feeling that occupied my chest which almost burst in a minute.Two things, Not sure which one is the stronger reason , admiring his analogy on the door and or the sight effect he made on me when he spoke in beetween his cigar smoking..the relax manner which actually hid a hurt inside...The Journal ~"'It' s true ...we just have to be patient..but is everything fine with her ? " " I don't know, she won't tell us though,unless it's really crucial " " I know .." " Someone posts ... aboutPositive thinking leads to a

A surprising moment of hearing from the vicinity about The Eddie for a journalist instinct to explore something.Ash was drilling a little spot of soil to put some stones and made a little stove as he got some piles of dry twigs for burning a fire .While Primrose got some thing to dig up as stuff to observe.lt's a note about a little conversation beetween a mother and her mature child ."Are you ok ..."" Hello, yes I'm good, what's up? "" It's only motherly greeting ,just to know if you're just fine ..A worry of a mother ,that the children would never feel l guess .One day you'll know if you be a mother ..A child may not feel what a mother feel Your new mother now is the rich family who like you a lot and treat so good, right ? I know it ,and you don't have to say anything, l just know it ...Sure , l'm just a poor and unpleasant person in your eyes It's fine , even it's hurt.." She helped Ash to put more twigs and took out the ashes , " Umm ...it's always bitter to know that a