あらすじ
The spring came early, to my valley, this year here were winter and spring are the best of times. The big ship that straddles many oceans has changed course a few degree starboards, it takes time but we can see the emergence of a new morality, based on simple religious certainties. Black and white, leave nuances to painters, it's so easy to be righteous when you stop seeing the other side as humans, it's then the killing starts View is sinking in to us, the sick are ill because they have lived wrongly and losers are losers because they have no faith. We'll fill prisons where the unholy that we can't find guilty of wrongdoing but we think must be wicked, can rot. This new reality based on what we know can't be so, is slowly taking root, it's easier that way. One language, one people, one land; a sixty five year old echo thunders in my ears and in my secret glade bluebells toll.
