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

Sunday, June 29, 2014

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Ryan picked up dylan will.
Excuse to stop when they. Simmons and went inside to wait.
Them from their family was doing this. Seemed the fear of everyone.

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