This perfection found in a grasped hour in those impromptu, unshattered moments as time collides with harmony. And when I look will I find you…
This perfection found in a grasped hour in those impromptu, unshattered moments as time collides with harmony. And when I look will I find you…
Riding on horses those pale, pinched faces in times where one year became ten in the lines on their haggard faces. The hard battlefield opened…
In a time when children did not just disappear, one did. It was December 9, 1961 when 11-year-old Andy Sims went outside to play. It…