When Thoughts Collide.
Not always in a particularly great way...and usually loud enough to keep me up at night.
"[…..] May the sun always shine on your windowpane, may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you, may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you."
An Irish Blessing [two-thirds]. My best girl friend and I are trying to determine the perfect tattoo to share. This is ranking pretty high. I like the second sentence, she likes the third. Guess we don’t need the first; our friendship, our rules.
