Saturday, February 28, 2009
Los Angel
Gently my steps turn into winged stride, eyes fixed on the flight yet to come. Some say life waits for no man so is it not wise to run like the wind. I say why run when you can fly. The wind is all around you. Each moment opens the arms of a limitless embrace. Spread your wings Los Angel. The sky awaits.
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