I still believe in fairy tales. Dark ones with voo-doo and blood. I went to Mexico to see the Mayan ruins. A storm so sinister came. I felt the undercurrent and thought I could name it. Hold on to it. All of the puzzle pieces fit. Then they all detached like plate tectonics. I felt joy, exaltations! The North and South came to an amicable agreement. The war was truly over. Men were with women and babies were being born.