You belong among the wildflowers. You belong somewhere you feel free…
isn’t she lovely…
Let the stories be told. Let them say what they want. Let the photos be old. Let them show what they want. Let them leave you up in the air. Let the brush your rock and roll hair. Let the good times roll. Let the good times roll…
every heart has its secret sorrow…
dreaming in the rain…again.
it took a long time to see it all…
just thrilled about the first day back to school. Or at least I am!
Ancient truths…
That burning feeling you can’t describe…
