Happiness. Simple As A Glass

Life Is What You Celebrate. All Of It. Even Its End.

I Speak As I Must And Cannot Be Silent.

Remember, It's The Winners Write The History Books, And The Losers Get The Leavings.

We Came In The Wind Of The Carnival. A Wind Of Change, Or Promises. The Merry Wind, The Magical Wind, Making March Hares Of Everyone, Tumbling Blossoms And Coat-tails And Hats; Rushing Towards Summer In A Frenzy Of Exuberance.

I Liked Her Better For Showing A Little Spirit.