"He peered ahead into the great land that stretched before him... the sky was bright and somehow he felt he was headed in the right direction."
-E.B. White (Stuart Little)
Hoping to keep this up and running during Ireland things.
Exicted for what's coming, but E.B. White has already summed up my feelings better than i could myself.
Here's to the bright sky.
A largely insignificant collection of musings and travelings that hopefully amount to slightly more than white noise... but being a white and noisy person that may be hard to help.
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