Steve, your moxie feels like a break in the cloud cover. I lived in Alaska and one month we saw the sun three times... I was teaching and ran to the window to bask. I frequently have a similar feeling when I open your missals.
Steve, your moxie feels like a break in the cloud cover. I lived in Alaska and one month we saw the sun three times... I was teaching and ran to the window to bask. I frequently have a similar feeling when I open your missals.
Steve, your moxie feels like a break in the cloud cover. I lived in Alaska and one month we saw the sun three times... I was teaching and ran to the window to bask. I frequently have a similar feeling when I open your missals.