My bible is a crystal clear stream A breeze in tall pine trees The cold air as it ushers in the night The owls as the watch and the things you hear while you sleep and dream under the stars In this land of beauty
"It's so special for you to enjoy all your Facebook time with all your Facebook friends. Meanwhile in the real world there are people who have lost everyone. It hurts just a little to watch friendship and life connections trivialized, considering the big, bad real world eats people up, and you never see their faces again."
With the gay revolution blowing up in the background, the author calls to his dog, grabs his backpack, discards some small led ports, and runs long and hard and down parallel footpaths that led out of the area; typical night.