This has such a youthful breath of freshness, innocence and naivety about it Dale... you describe the feelings of an 8-yr old... or an 18-year old... or a love struck 88-yr old!! Crisp, clean and... pure. Love the loving fragility of this... like the delicate beatings of the wings of a butterfly. And I like the poetic confidence of writing so "simply" - makes it all the more powerful. TY LOL Kate xx
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
Peace,
Carolyn
Aberjhani
Love & Light,
Joseph
Gwen
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