&Amp;Ldquo;I Will Believe, And Pray To See&Amp;Hellip; To Feel&Amp;Hellip; To Hear&Amp;Hellip; To Be.&Amp;Rdquo;
The night gave birth to its youngest child. A dream of love, of his yearning. A dream of eyes - not of hands. A dream to dream -not to live. But the child’s eyes didn’t know beauty. They were too weak to be astonished and the first light of
