Making all those little fluffies that live in the clouds. Son of a gun. I sincerely wish for you every possible joy life could bring. Get tough with it, get strong. Everyone is going to see things differently – and that’s the way it should be.
Let’s have a happy little tree in here. Let your heart take you to wherever you want to be. See there, told you that would be easy. Everybody’s different. Trees are different. Let them all be individuals. Maybe there’s a happy little waterfall happening over here.