SOME SAY THEY WERE RUSTED....THEY were Rusted By the Weather of Life...By each other...by the one who was supposed to protect them from the elements....and they were melancholy because of it...They were Blue....but when the sun rose over the mount the next day they were no worse for the wear....and in that sun grew a great tree from the cindery soil below ...and it gave life to the truth of their suffering....the fruits of a family...and though the pain may be bitter the fruit is not...