Red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky
Standing, frozen, in the life I’ve chosen,
You won’t find me, the past is all behind me, buried in the snow.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Look, there’s a great big hunk of world down there, with no fence around it. Where two dogs can find adventure and excitement. And beyond those distant hills, who knows what wonderful experiences? And it’s all ours for the taking, Pige. It’s all ours. for duda ♥