Trees shall be my roof
She is sheer poetry.Her beauty moves silent as the night,fragile as glass,wild as the wind.
It’s the coffee in the amthe chit chat and the interruptionsthe skinny pants and the skinny jeans…
“It’s said that your life flashes before you when you are close to death.
I am Knobby. This is my second season. I am young by our standards, but I am also adventurous. I try to lead our deer…