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?
A portrait of self is what you see Only a reflection to the world For the truth resides…
There are those places in our lives that hold an enchantment. Physical places that make our hearts beat…
If I open my chest, Reaching in with trembling hands, And if I gave you my heart. Would…
Whoa, take me down Into the depths where I might drown For it is only there can I…
The title is a comment that was posted in response to a short short video I shared on…
