This is the one hundred and seventeen billion, two hundred and eighty-nine million, four hundred and twenty-nine thousand, seven hundred and fourteenth time.

Love is not a possession, love is free and pure. Love is not material – it can’t be bought or bargained with;

Waves—wild, powerful, purposeful—gently crash in. Fresh wind, fine rain refreshes and warms...

A story of love and friendship, for children
(and adults too)