Human behavior is messy and unpredictable and unconcerned with convenient symmetries.

People learned to live with the most unimaginable things.

I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.

I didn't remember what month that was, or what year even. I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfectly encapsulated morsel of a good past, a brushstroke of color on the gray, barren canvas that our lives had become.

So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one.

A great deal remains to be done in Afghanistan and the jury is out as to whether the international community has the commitment and the patience to see the rebuilding process through.

Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?