I think it’s safe to say that I’m in love with the sky. When I was little my dad used to take me out on the driveway with his big telescope and point out the constellations. He’d tell me stories about them and the people they were supposed to represent. It’s hard to see a...
Our Father’s God, to Thee, Author of Liberty, To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright, With freedom’s holy light, Protect us by They might, Great God our King. ~ “My Country Tis of Thee” Oh beautiful for patriot’s dream, That sees beyond the years, Thine alabaster cities gleam, Undimmed by human...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.