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"Those who sacrifice liberty for a little temporary security deserve neither liberty nor security." - Benjamin Franklin

I was watching a documentary on Amelia Earhart and this popped into my head.

What a book represents and what images come to mind when I hear the word "book."

Every action has a consequence. There's a price for every act. Love costs, sometimes more than you are willing to give.

It's really a song, about death in the middle of a failing relationship. Trying to wrap my brain around the loss.

I Imagined watching a beautiful a young girl at her first ball. This is what came to mind.

This is what it feels like to be unwanted. To haunt your own home while you are still alive.