From across the lawn, the wind blows, the cloth rustles and the baloons rise and fall, and still our hosts speak on. They speak of life, of meaning, of a little girl becoming a women, of history, of science, of creation and of the creator.
"Yes, neither shall I! I shall rather die then bow before a man. Freedom is my longing and freedom is my passion. Freedom to follow the dictates of consience" (editors note, everyone was actually looking for my sister's ring)