traveler
Ron Ron is originally from the Adirondacks. He was born on a dairy farm, taken from his family and sent to a foster home, made it through high school, worked for a union, built high rises in San Diego and…
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
love
sacrifice
I look where I’m going, I look where I’ve been. It’s hard not to miss it, I see it again. Everywhere in the past, everywhere straight ahead, The path is so flat, the journey of a life left for dead.…
loves like a hurricane
"...bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy..."
lukewarm
will you let me drown?
