What looks like a cloud to one person is a chance to sell umbrellas to the next.
I can be the right notion in the meantime, warm you like the sunshine.
... Stand in the light.
I dropped down and I called out to heaven: ‘Send me someone to love.’ Heaven shot back: ‘You get the love that you allow.’ And everything is different now
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map