Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night.
Bein Crazy is the least of my worries.
Walking on water wasn't built in a day.