As the winds of fate change direction, the air grows colder, the sea churns, and the sky turns black

[zildjian4690]

There's a storm building upon the horizon, and i get the feeling that we're sailing right for it.

And this is one time i don't have control of the ship.

You sail your ship as you choose, and I will sail mine as i do.

The helm is yours, you may choose at will.

But be forewarned:

Seeking refuge in what was once a friendly port-of-call may now be

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sorry i've missed your last .....billion phone calls. I was at the hospital all day. call me tommrow...I'LL AWNSERR!!!

♥ ..

afternoon delight...12pm??