In All The World, There Is No

Because Of Our Routines We Forget That Life Is An Ongoing Adventure.

In A World So Rife With Vulgarity, With Brutality And Violence, Love Exists. I’m Grateful To Know That It Exists.

In Stamps The Segregation Was So Complete That Most Black Children Didn't Really, Absolutely Know What Whites Looked Like.

Have Enough Courage To Trust Love One More Time And Always One More Time.

Music Was My Refuge. I Could Crawl Into The Space Between The Notes And Curl My Back To Loneliness.