Life has no smooth road for any of us; and in the bracing atmosphere of a high aim the very roughness stimulates the climber to steadier steps, till the legend, over steep ways to the stars, fulfills itself.
W. C. Doane

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

We're More Than Just Your Local Drug Mall, We're Your Friends .

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