Each of us is merely a small instrument; all of us, after accomplishing our mission, will disappear.
In the Heart of the World: Thoughts, Stories and PrayersMy eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless
HopelessMidgets smell like small, and I’m in the mood for a medium, like a large coffee from Starbucks.
I love Blue Ribbon Coffee