Part of the work also involved studying the historic diaries of the original excavations in order to match the individual skeletons to their headstones, carefully translating the inscriptions, which were written in the Syriac language.
If that cart were to pass by right now, indeed after feeling like a bomb exploded inside of my organs, all of them, perhaps, yes, I would jump to die. Flesh feels as if fire were kneeling on my bare arms. Wandering around the brambles, thorns cling and tease to hold on and the struggle is reality. Letting go is inevitable, finding one another, again, knowing there can be nothing that can turn back the hands of time. This time, if you leave, please, do so for the right reasons. No exit just means you can leave from the entrance. Or the window. It is not a secret. Stirring up Ghost. Stealth and always in the present, never a day behind, and above all holds the key to the one who did, truth, solve many crimes. Never on your dime. Return to sender, this number is valid. Send the ring. -MMM