To speak it, I can only guess. The cost may be high or low, it just depends. But to believe a lie, of that I am certain. To believe a lie will cost you everything. To believe a lie will turn a cathedral to rubble.
School starts and children leave one more year behind.
Summer fades as the sun moves south. The hills and valleys turn to mystic colors. With such magic, it is a good time to be young and a good time to be old. These are precious days. But autumn comes with a fell promise, A promise of winter.