Seattle Washington Seafair Pirates, Having lived in the Northwest for a long time, it occurred to me that I’ve not been at a Seafair since 1983.
In the tapestry of life, a vibrant weave, A world of colors, our hearts conceive, Threads of moments, both bright and pale, Our open minds, a vast cosmic trail.
Life is anything but clear. Our paths from birth to death are different for each of us. For most, our paths and truths are defined by where and how were we born.
Imagine for an instant you were a sentient tree with big dreams. Your dream was to become human and experience the kindness of the world