Dream Follower

she hung and clung shaking tenuously with each gust of wind she trembled the trembling leaf is it laughter is it joy or is it sorrow...

West coast swing, How do I love thee? Let me count the ways... Each song we dance Presents a chance To be a different me! My inner p...

The imagination skips, delights, stymies.   There are untold realms of thought, flights of fancy.   There is no limit.   Where to?  W...