Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”
History repeats itself, doesn’t really mean we learn. …
We belong on top of the world.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map