PaperDoll
When I'm Silent, I make the most sense
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Once upon a time, on a Christmas Eve during WW1, French and German soldiers who had been fighting each other to the brutal death, with mustard gas and guns and bayonettes , on a hellish battleground of muddy then freezing trenches, put down their weapons and sang Christmas carols together.
First just a few French soldiers sang, then, a few German soldiers across the way joined in, then, from hundreds of those freezing trench holes on both ends of the battlefield, separated by a No Go zone of tangled barbed wire, came the joined voices of enemies who put down their battle for just that one night, for whatever reasons they had, for whatever common cause they found , immediately, given the opportunity.
Truces are lovely, eh? On any battlefield.
Like, sharing cake because folks can agree cake tastes good, doesn't matter if each and everyone eating it thinks they could improve upon the recipe.![]()
:cake4u::cake4u:
You are welcome to some cookies and drinks from my side, it's FREE! :loveyou::toastred: