Once upon a time I looked for a vial, for purposes you can imagine why. Now that love does not shed blood, I no longer have use for one.
While going down the escalator in the train station:
There is calmness to a life live in Gratitude, a quiet joy.
Ralph H. Blum
Should we be grateful for love in a well?
Well well well. April Stevie will be filled with more jewels that will rock your granny’s socks.
Use this Jewelry link while we fix the navigation around here I know I know…