Karma is a peculiar thing. It determines the future of your next life. But what of us? Do our actions from our previous homes dictate the kind of life we have here? We are still ourselves.  No new life. Only moved elsewhere.

-- The snow isn’t so bad when the wind isn’t howling. Even on an open field, it’s enjoyable.

( [**Private to Lucrecia, 99% Unhackable;] )