There's something satisfying about defending your life and the lives of your comrades with something you'd find rusting on the floor of your garage.
There is one destination here, and all I can do is try to give them life and comfort as they travel the path.
It's hard to imagine even massive sums of money could produce so many shiny, streamlined skyscrapers in just a few decades. But damn, they're pretty.
At long last, my short is done!
I've seen too much, and I've lost too many. And too much of me still wants to fix it.
We're all important. All of us. Even if we're not princesses at heart.
I have this theory that in a good marriage, conflict shows up when you forget you know who this other person is.