. . . in the aftermath of the shooting in Arizona . . .
. . . my heart aches; my spirit sags; my mind reels; my gut hurts.
Nothing else seems worth saying tonight. I do not think I am alone.
See you along the Trail.
. . . in the aftermath of the shooting in Arizona . . .
. . . my heart aches; my spirit sags; my mind reels; my gut hurts.
Nothing else seems worth saying tonight. I do not think I am alone.
See you along the Trail.