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The only thing worse than losing hope is to be the reason someone else loses hope.

I am far more fearful of the police than I am of North Korea.

Sacrifice: That's what makes our mosaic so beautiful and rich.

The blazing sun beat down on the concrete of the museum's front yard- Reverend Ryu Yosop felt as if the heat were sucking up all the moisture in his brain and heart. What different colors he and his brother Yohan must have used as each of them painted their own picture of home, of the carnage. These people have constructed yet a different vision of their own, Yosop thought to himself, but it all stems from the same nightmare, the one we created together.

Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter