Pictures of my little mountain bike and hiking playground. Where the dirt, the breeze and the sounds and smells of nature help me find myself again.
Where do you go to find yourself?
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Pictures of my little mountain bike and hiking playground. Where the dirt, the breeze and the sounds and smells of nature help me find myself again.
Where do you go to find yourself?
When we try to pick out anything by itself;Â we find it hitched to everything else in the…
Child, you must start somewhere. Or you’ll never go anywhere. Child, take a step and follow your own…
≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ You may not know this, but there’s things that gnaw at a man worse than dying. ~Charley…
