Like the magnolia tree, She bends with the wind,Trials and tribulation may weather her, Yet, after the storm her beauty blooms, See her standing there, like steel, With her roots forever buried,Deep in her Southern soil.

Sea and land may lie between us, but my heart is always there with you.

Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.

For with all that is grand, grander is the expansion of the mind.

The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.

As my body recalled my soul, I began to quiver with pain and gasp for air.