I enjoy writing letters, almost as much as I enjoy receiving them.
A tourist is nothing more than an invited guest into someone’s homeland.
Why do you persist when giving up is so much easier?
I used to think people fed pigeons out of kindness, that it came from that portion of the human heart that longs to help, to serve, and even to protect.
The past is just a goodbye unless it’s redeemed by words on paper.
The offspring of a two-god love