some choices lay like linen sheets, whose creases will never come out, no matter how much I tug or iron, or try to smooth them down...
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey
some choices lay like linen sheets, whose creases will never come out, no matter how much I tug or iron, or try to smooth them down...
