Humans are fickle creatures.

I once thought my best friend was a human, but now I'm older and wiser, and I know now that my real friends are the ones who've been there all along.

My protector is the Wind. He's there when I need him, and even when I just want to listen. He listens, too, you know. And in his arms he carries me safely to and fro, and I ( Read more... )