
Standing in the Hall of Fame
That spirit blows through every now and then and only after a time of vetting do you get to the inner truths of the soul. To try the spirit of human beings, of what mettle they are made of that … Continue reading
That spirit blows through every now and then and only after a time of vetting do you get to the inner truths of the soul. To try the spirit of human beings, of what mettle they are made of that … Continue reading
When your heart is left with the remnants, still smoldering from a ravaged battlefield, a hill or two become more than a routine, they become a heraldic urgency of sorts. Just another dizzying, hazy early morning acclivous brisk treading, what … Continue reading