Day 541

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by."

Day 540

I must save my money. After the harvest, the travel season.

Day 534

Love has no bounds.

Day 533

The German is artful with his words. His accusations sting like rusted knife-blades. But my heart is pure. These people need me. And they love me, whatever my words or actions.

Day 531

I have needs that must be met.

Day 530

To hear the young boys singing praise songs--are these not the voices of angels?