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Midnight in Paris

One rose, glistening under the rays of Parisian twilight, each petal reddened by the bleeding wounds of mother earth, each thorn a million sorrows. When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it? Washing ones hands of conflict between powerful and powerless means to side with the powerful, not to be neutral. We must use time creatively and forever realise that time is always ripe to do right, we have a world to conquer one person at a time, starting with ourselves. They ....must find it difficult...those who have taken authority as truth rather than truth as authority! When the power of love, overcomes the love for power, our world will finally find peace. See more and join 10'000+ other subscribers on my facebook page

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Taken on November 25, 2011