Wendi's posts from August 2012

Ah, Sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the traveller's journal done; Where the youth…

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. Lord Byron

Whatever a man's age, he can reduce it several years by putting a bright-colored flower in his button-hole. Mark Twain
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