I have laid eyes on this burning bush they wrote of, but there was no god to be seen or heard.
The pet thieve strikes again!
I dream of being an armored knight with a lance!
Let the wine breath, but don't forget to take it on a walk too.
Deep down inside, most of us think we are quite unique, but what about on the outside?
There was no day to rest from the pandemic and then war came knocking on the door.
If you are gone, why is there something still here?
Is it too late?
