CORALINE'S STORY
THERE WAS A GIRL HER NAME WAS APPLE. SHE USED TO DANCE A LOT. SHE DANCED AND DANCED UNTIL HER FEET TURND INTO SOSSAJES. THE END.

I'm bored," she said.

"Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around.

And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you'll see the world
If I'm not mistaken...

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure...

Face your life
Its pain,
Its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.