tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095822388315899381.post6005388731253754591..comments2024-03-28T20:57:55.651-07:00Comments on Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart: Never-Told TalesAndrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13230537202427640540noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095822388315899381.post-71135891663399445012012-08-13T09:33:19.245-07:002012-08-13T09:33:19.245-07:00Write what you can, leave the notes, the whispers ...Write what you can, leave the notes, the whispers of what happened, to someone. Lock the words away til after you're gone. WHICH WILL BE FIFTY YEARS FROM NOW!!!<br />Then have a friend, who is a vault of secrets, write it all as fiction.<br />Some oaths, perhaps, are meant to blow away in the wind. Those who took them will carefully earse all memory of what was said, in favour of peace for the time being. Jennifer Majorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12696261499182486196noreply@blogger.com