I think Courage, in her red spiked helmet, her red saddle and her brilliant scales will be with me for the rest of my life. When my time comes to die I plan to be sitting in a comfortable chair with my feet up on Courage who will be lying at my feet. Wherever, I’m glad to have that huge wingtip to hold.
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“In times of darkness we all need a safe harbor to rest. It’s called friendship.”—Francis Paris Every December we approach the longest night of the year called the Winter Solstice. It marks the moment in the cycle of nature’s rhythms when the days will start getting longer and longer again. Since the cycles of nature […]