The older I get the faster I was.
Reminisence
The older I get the faster I was.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
The older I get the faster I was.
The older I get the faster I was.
Magna est Veritas Here, in this little Bay, Full of tumultuous life and great repose, Where, twice a day, The…
Every artist was first an amateur.
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is.…