The Wind Blew, sending tiny white clusters of snow blowing in the breeze.
I would like to start by thanking my readers, for pushing me constantly to write and reach inward in search of more inspiration. (You guys are the beez-kneez!)
Don’t Touch A Hot Stove. Don’t touch fire, on a hot stove. Don’t talk back.
Was it just me or were the pictures watching me?
If I Throw One Stone Into The Still Waters Of A Lake, It will cause a ripple.