Chapter Seventeen - Part One
Chapter seventeen: They play such sad songs on the radio these days
We are not powerless specks of dust drifting around in the wind, blown by random destiny. We are, each of us, like beautiful snowflakes – unique, and born for a specific reason and purpose. –Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
( What? Where? )
We are not powerless specks of dust drifting around in the wind, blown by random destiny. We are, each of us, like beautiful snowflakes – unique, and born for a specific reason and purpose. –Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
( What? Where? )