There are hidden doorways everywhere, inside our hearts, inside our minds, inside our thoughts. We just need faith to open them. The Name of the Wind. I am standing here, wat.

There was an old toy shaped by the sounds to appear glockenspielesque locked into a tetherballed curling. Trickled into rusty shadows peel away at the pages of time into my bones. The harpist who fell off the cliff can still be heard drinking stabs of moonlight underwater. Fingers can be made out snapping up ahead cracking as percussion lines a pledge. This entry was posted in Everything an.

I never tire of watching this. I hope you enjoy it too. This series pops up in most retrievals f.

Originally posted on His Little Grasshopper. Hammocks by the water, cocktails in the pool bar and surrounded by the most amazing views 360 degrees.

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A community of believers learning to seek the right questions, not right answers, in the midst of suffering and uncertainty. For The Road Online Gathering. It was on its way, it came, and it is enough. My theme for last year. Resolve most of the things that had been left hanging in my life over the last couple of years. It is on its way. Apparently, it really was. I cannot deny that the Lo.