FREE Feathers dance across the sky, floating freely with the wind. The grace with which they blow by, makes one long to dance again. Spins and dips, twists and turns, the same move is never done twice. Because with the… Read More ›
dancing
Dancing
DANCING I’ve danced with the devil a time or two and it’s always the same ole song. A familiar jig that goes like this if you care to sing along. “Look at me boy, I’ve got it good, the whole… Read More ›
SHANE ROS 