Don't be afraid, of lies, and the giving of gifts.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Heard the sound of the pin drop

A squall moved through last night.  The wind whistled that's what woke me up. The sound of rain was like pins hitting the metal roof.  The wind usually slams the metal roof but I didn't hear the usual clanking.  I figured the wind was blowing straight down. Outside the rain drops looked like a mist.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96