“Life’s like this,” He said to her, “Our heart’s are constant yearning. We come, we go We ebb, we flow Until there’s no Returning.”


The once-timid, the quiet girl.

Hallways : Red Arch

The red arch waits, and so I go It leads to that I do not know But yet, my steps go ever on: To where I’ll go From where I’ve gone


The bridge to Jekyll Island...