[drypowder]

So, we are all going to end up as orbs that like it cold. Not all! Either that or Hell and I hear that's hot. I love the unexplainable.

[Sam Cree]

There is a tale about a house not too far from where I grew up.

Supposedly photographs have been taken of the house that show a rose bush in front. However, the rose bush had been dead and gone years before the photographs were taken.