My favorite of yours, Buddy. Your words mean worlds to me, volumes, peeking up through craters of moonbeams in pages of lost wisdom, careening through fields of beautiful memories, getting dirt under my finger and toenails in order to appreciate the beauty of living in yourself.
Thank you, forever.
My favorite of yours, Buddy. Your words mean worlds to me, volumes, peeking up through craters of moonbeams in pages of lost wisdom, careening through fields of beautiful memories, getting dirt under my finger and toenails in order to appreciate the beauty of living in yourself.
youre a gift, buddy. thank you.
Yeah, thank goodness.
BROTHER!!!!!
Wow...