During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
He stood in stillness in an ancient grove of redwood trees, waiting for a wandering poem to land on him. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
He stood in stillness in an ancient grove of redwood trees, waiting for a wandering poem to land on him. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A redwood tree sighs, tall, broad, contented. But the aspen tree has itchy feet—as winds blow, it bends, yearning to be a traveling man. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Sometimes, we need a few people in our lives who will calmly call our bluff. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com