November
February 2011
In silence, I like to think aloud. You say this is the end. I know it's not the end. I took a picture of heaven when we broke down Across the Cheyenne Line. I never will forget The color of that sky a
In silence, I like to think aloud. You say this is the end. I know it's not the end. I took a picture of heaven when we broke down Across the Cheyenne Line. I never will forget The color of that sky a
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