I hate where I am at right now. Please let me leave and while your at it point the way to a place where I can live out the rest of my days in a house built in a hill.
Not All Who Wander Are Lost
(Who am I joking?)
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king. These are my adventures. Take them for what they are worth.
1 comment:
I don't like sad sounding posts.
P.S.-You already found your house in the hill. Remember? http://www.simondale.net/house/index.htm
And if that doesn't work you can always go to that winery in Leelanau that stores their wine and cheese in the building in the hill. Maybe you could rent from them. You would have all the wine you want...you would just have to look out for the cheese though.
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