Loss Is Essential. Loss Is Part And

Distance Was A Dangerous Thing, She Knew. Distance Changed People.

The Carnage Upon The Chessboard Of Life, Left Wounded Humans In Its Wake

There Didn't Seem To Her Any Harm In It, And The Make-believe Was So Comforting.

Flirting With Madness Was One Thing; When Madness Started Flirting Back, It Was Time To Call The Whole Thing Off.

...there Was Another, Gorier Parturition, When Two Nations Incarnated Out Of One. A Foreigner Drew A Magic Line On A Map And Called It The New Border; It Became A River Of Blood Upon The Earth. And The Orchards, Fields, Factories, Businesses, All On The Wrong Side Of That Line, Vanished With A Wave Of The Pale Conjuror's Wand.