Grace and beauty, spirit and fire

 Sleep is a form of yoga

 I'm sending that devil back where he belongs

 there ain't a damn thing you can do about that

 for some reason it's particularly popular in the morning

my soul belongs to the trail

 50 words for snow and only one for banana

 there is no failure except to give up trying

so much more than meets your mother's eye

I would trade my dreams for yours

Was that gunfire?  Sounded like gunfire.

his soul is in these hills

well, Ricky Schroder, thats one of the worst films I've ever slept through

#thingsmywifesays

all tags from Beyond Graffiti, the Avenue Subway, Southampton