The Drop
A cool morning breeze rustles the feathers of the sleeping bald eagle. His golden eye pops open just as the tip of the sun crests the earth. From his perch high on a...
A cool morning breeze rustles the feathers of the sleeping bald eagle. His golden eye pops open just as the tip of the sun crests the earth. From his perch high on a...
We're a young at heart couple with a taste for the crazy. We're from the hills of Tennessee, though when we say "from", we just mean that is the place most fondest in our heart and where we have lived the longest. Today we are perpetual travelers. We've been in love for over a quarter of a century and have developed a taste for discovering something new...
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