Gone with the wind
80 over pass
A town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it, than by the woods and swamps that surround it.
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn
Not al lis lost
Every sunset is an opportunity to reset