James B Mcclintock

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We owe to our ancestors, stories of a happily ever after tomorrow. Each short story is an anthropological puzzle piece. Our histories should be leading us to a better place. Collectively, we determine our fate. The direction to where we go is at our fingertips. Or, is it already in our brains? Mother earth held out her hands to a warm morning. She gave a breath of fresh air and took in a new day. Man had been with her for a relatively short time and needed inspiration for its future. November's beacon was our decision.