The Roar Says It All
The eruption rivals that of a volcano. Our verbal explosion of euphoric joy shoots out of us like pyroclastic flow. We are
The eruption rivals that of a volcano. Our verbal explosion of euphoric joy shoots out of us like pyroclastic flow. We are
I have bruised ribs; one of them might even be cracked. It hurts to breathe. One knee aches, the other isn’t working as it