What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show - Jean Cocteau

plant

it

It will sprout

But forget about the rustic festivities

For the explosive word falls harmlessly eternal through
the compact generations

Children believe what we tell them. They have complete faith in us. They believe that a rose plucked from a garden can plunge a family into conflict. They believe that the hands of a human beast will smoke when he slays a victim, and that this will cause him shame when a young maiden takes up residence in his home. They believe a thousand other simple things.

I ask of you a little of this childlike sympathy and, to bring us luck, let me speak four truly magic words, childhood’s “Open Sesame”:

Once upon a time…

Mirrors would do well to reflect a little more before sending back images.