The year has turned its circle. The seasons come and go. The harvest all is gathered in, And chilly north winds blow. — Azgraybebly Joslan Copy Share Image
“While the fates permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I could have ended up a casualty of a broken family, like so many of the kids around me in inner city… — Tony Evans Copy Share Image
