They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say 'Shit, it's raining
'
I looked once more down Sally's well, and this time there was nothin' there to haunt me. Just
clouds. Clouds, and then... sun
See, I think there's a plan. There's a design for each and every one of us. You look at nature. Bird flies somewhere, picks up a seed, shits the seed out, plant grows. Bird's got a job, shit's got
a job, seed's got a job. And you've got a job
What we have lost will never be returned to us. The land will not heal - too much blood. All we
can do is learn from the past and make peace with it
Cold mountain by Charles Frazier
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