Come on people now, shine on your brother. Foreign love speaks in new discourse, an expression through the art of touch. enriched amidst the mosaic artwork of intoxicating eyes. To discover new symbols, to breathe a new life,. We took a walk through the valley of the shadows of death. A laugh so loud that star dust fills both your mouths, and you cannot stop it even if you try.

Why are you walking the Camino? This is the question every. Is asked, and it will be asked over and over again. And the blogs of those who were walking near him. If our not-so-young bodies can manage, and if we are still talking to each other at the end, we can try something longer.

Thank you for visiting my site. This wild middle child is still gathering her thoughts and adding some craftiness so please bear with me. Being the middle child is no easier than being the oldest or the youngest. We all have our own little purpose in the family unit.