All photos speak a thousand words. This one contained a library.
The woman looked out at the madness of the world and dared to hope. Her eyes were burning coals of stars.
The Earth was singing her revolution. She was calling her brave men and women to her defense.
Precarious life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.From Steam Drills Treadmills and Shooting Stars
Geography and mileage mean nothing. Separate is a single word that covers all distances that aren't together.