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She was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent refill.
It was an excess energy born of the dangerous, an energy that could unexpectedly turn play into war.
‘Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we’re special and that we’re still here.’
‘And if you think you can’t see me, close your eyes and there I’ll be.’
Do I believe in a mystery; the unexplained phenomenon that is life itself? The greater something that illuminates inconsequence in our lives; that gives us something to strive for as well as the humility to brush ourselves down and start all over again? Then yes, I do. It is the source of art, of beauty, of love, and proffers the ultimate goodness to mankind. That to me is God. That to me is life. That is what I believe in.’
