In November more than 230 years ago a letter changed the course of history. Lady Middleton inked hope in the heart of a British speck,
Right now in my city, there are so many traffic jams, I’m cursing Sogea Satom for the way they are handling the whole construction project
No ! You’d think “Maybe” if you listened to the complaints about Sogea-Satom’s slow operation lasting beyond schedule and creating craters cradling cars to sleep
“I can’t breathe!”, I screamed. “I can’t hear!”, was the echo. Think about it, It’s thirty years the first promise was crafted Yet, nothing positive
Trust is the dragonfly of days of drench, Though both brothers bother same from the same trench, Wherein chains chip away their days into nothingness.
Breathe, breathe…I wish I could breathe. The infant’s face crimped into morbid contortion by pending asphyxia Breathe, the breath Adam received The breath we all