
Think red fire red.
Hoppers are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
Think red fire red.
Congrats on the doll too..



Faith
Nay, whatever comes one hour was sunlit and the most high gods may not make boast of any better thing than to have watched that hour as it passed
rock hopping, hop-scotching, pippy pocky stocking - Sureau -
thanks Jen! 
Ry: I can't hear you. I'm listening to The Spice Girls.
Think red fire red.