The quarry was a rocky pit no longer. The once granite faces were alive with waving fronds. Their foliage, as years passed, was becoming earth with a freckling of flowers. In their time they too would become the soil and, in more time still, we’d be standing upon a new meadow. The tincture of nature will become a bathing aroma. The ground will regain its natural cushioning.
The world has a broken heart and all the money man can invent will never fix that. Our problems may seem as a "Goliath," yet love is our stone and any good heart can be a "David." Only love can heal our world, love between we brothers and sisters, all over the world.
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