Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.
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The Rescue In drifts of sleep I came upon you. Buried to your waist in snow. You reached your arms…
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
Adventure is just bad planning.