They call him “The Architect”: A man Born to build, create and perfect....
When saying Goodbye..
When October comes and goes...
A bittersweet love through time...
The last thing I remember before fading into unconsciousness, was the warm hand of my handler stroking me and his gruff voice tenderly coaxing me to breathe. I had always associated his warm hand and the word “breathe” with Life so I knew...
