The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered I wasnt really his type.

The kind of soil in your area determines the type of crop you will plant to harvest The kind of potentials in you will decide the type of success you will celebrate.

Dreams are our only geographyour native land.