AngelaKwakSL:
Home is where the anchor drops
AngelaKwakSL:
The realist adjusts the sails
AngelaKwakSL:
A glimpse into the heart of the NorthSea
AngelaKwakSL:
Sail up the sun
AngelaKwakSL:
We cannot control the wind, but we direct the sails
AngelaKwakSL:
Summer
AngelaKwakSL:
But now we have time, endless time stretches before us
AngelaKwakSL:
A good muse gives you calms seas and stors to make you kiss the shore
AngelaKwakSL:
Grab your coat, leave a note, and run away with me
AngelaKwakSL:
Seize the day, then let it go
AngelaKwakSL:
A winner is just a loser who tried one more time
AngelaKwakSL:
Heat wave