12 quarters. I am wearing twelve George Washington circular discs from head-to-toe. Spelunk underneath your couch cushions or in the floor board of your vehicle and I.am.there.people. Not only am I there, but I'm there in name brand. To this, I say God Bless America.
Read MoreMuch like a low country boil, a coaching staff can be a powerhouse of goodness when all flavors are independently awesome, yet move together to create something that much more fantastic.
Read MoreHer voice whispers conviction. A tone deliberate and consuming to those that surround her. It's deep from within yet stern & faint. Her request. "Up, peas."Again. Again. And again. She moves hope. Back and forth, she lives life with her simple two syllable request. It's found in the arms of Mama.
Read MoreThere are moments. Flailing stretches of docility that halt you still. Bringing your impact and momentum to its wilting knees, you unveil your inner offerings. Open to touch. Open to see. The brawny gusto that once boasted fullness & glory-bound vigor now clings to a history of strength. Fragile takes on new meaning. One more akin to decomposition rather than aesthetic prowess.
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