So, very soon our captives will meet their small countrywoman again. How grateful they must be to have a pleasant ride, with us to guide their way. Perhaps they feel that chains and sorrow are not too high a price to pay. What say you, Zanel?

Why do we crave after light, when we are at our most real when hidden in the dark. Why do we loathe hypocrites, when we forge our lives with intend to defraud society. Somethings just don't change despite the positivity spread every day.

—mind, Miss Taggart? My mind is not on the market any longer.

Let your dreams become experiences,
Your love be true. 
Your moments into reality, 
And your heart be new.

Written By Trudy Thiessen

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