Hey guys! *tries once again to revive brain, but to no avail* I'd make some sort of sarcastic comment, but my brain refuses to comply. This is what happens when you sleep too much...
Veni. Vidi. Vici.
People are made of places. They carry with them hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace or the cool eyes of sea-gazers. -EB
Remember: the plot is nothing more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. — Ray Bradbury
