He comes back with the ticket and I flash a smile. "Write you're initials on it," I say. "It's the only way to get into Olympus." I show him mine, the ticket turned golden when I did.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I look at it confused and take it in my hand. "You been to Olympus before?" I ask. He shakes his head. I nod. "That's why. Gimme the pen." I hold my hand out.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Some people are hourglass shaped, some people are apple shaped, some people are pear shaped, some people are even bean pole shaped, but if we’re not careful we all become banana shaped. This is your gentle posture reminder. — Ranger