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The Cost Of Freedom

They say nothing worth having comes free. I beg to differ.

Gone Fishin’

If the fish aren’t biting, don’t leave the lake– Change your bait.

I Spy.

I spy with my little eye… something I need, yet know not why.


For those who play well with others… as well as those who don’t, but yearn to.


The world is shaking. Facades are breaking…


It’s been hard being the white crayon in the crayon box…