• Happy Birthday, Mommy

    Hanna, can you hear me? Wherever you are, look up, Hanna. The clouds are lifting. The sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world, a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed and brutality. Look up, Hanna. The soul of man has been given wings, and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow... Happy Birthday, Mommy.

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