Who guards the guardians? Who whatches the watchers? Who watches those who watch us? Through time and space, physical and translucent, the big and the small, the strong and the weak, the old and the new, the primative and the transcended? Who watch the ones who watch us, Day in and day out? The answer will ellude all of us untill they reveal themselves. However the answer may surprise you? Those who are the watchers, the guardians, could be anyone and or anything. They silently watch, and observe, they could be me? You? Your father or mother? Your sister or brother? Your best friend or a neighbor? Think on this, because if you loose h

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