We're some of the lucky ones. We don't need to fear with our little big guns. We have our hearts and with that we run. Past the sky into the night. Past the trees, past flight. Where the sun will shine as we rest and dine. For we were never resurrected with the thought of "Mine."
Second Glance
What do ya think?
Did you read the terms and conditions?
Consciousness is awareness
Additional value
Bay bridge
In the way up
Layer of smog along the way
To the left hand side
I don’t believe we envision the same sense of value when we look at the same picture
Simon Norton Museum
Simon Norton Museum of Art
People get freedom in Namibia