Through the mists I see a hidden valley shrouded in cold chilly air- what A mystic place of beauty!!! I would stand at the summit and gaze far away, down the sleeping valley in its haze. On nights like this, I just want to reminisce about myself. Reminisce about all the things I’ve. Those that I regret and those that I’d do over and over again. If something bad or worst happened it felt like hell and if something good or worthwhile happened, I wish I had someone to tell.
Register now to get updates on promotions and coupons.