Lolo and I had spent many days and nights in the deep hole in the wood, the other horses were found by the invaders and stolen. It was so difficult to say goodbye to my mare, she was all I had left, the time had come to move on. The next day was sunny, all was so quiet, the orchards were scorched, only a pile of ashes was left of the farmhouse. Some farm hands were desperately looking for something…..
What happened is never over, but it is possible to find meaning and purpose in life and the world afterward. The scars never heal but one has to be strong enough to accept it and live with them – I have. Premium US Reviews: “As one disaster followed another, I had no time to stop, no time to think, no time to cry. All I could do was keep going, knowing that life itself is all that we ever have that is truly…..