What could be more wonderful than an oxymoron, or the fact that a coin has two sides? I mean isn't it wonderful when something thought to be purely one thing shows an opposing side; a beautiful side - making it seem out of place? Enjoy!
Is there something in our infant years that makes us grow up differently; separates the strong from the weak, the valiant from the cowardly? What makes us the way we are? Or was it something from our mothers' milk??? Enjoy and please comment
How he mixes my words. The irony of loving writing and and your one true love leaving you speechless! Speechless and bound by his love to be his loving slave until eternity. Hahahahaha his driving me crazy :)