He preferred being left to himself- hated the meddling and invasion of personal spaces. He loved the air about his land. The weather was somewhat acrid as the dark clouds were blown chaotically above the city. His father was a bee-keeper. No man can escape karma, my grandson. He would scout every inch and estimate the number of days it would take for his cows to exhaust the pasture.
Kallie. i will be describing myself here not using my own eyes and point of view but the one of the people who met me. this way my profile will stay honest and objective and therefore useful for the ones who plan spending time together. that being said , i was always been told that i am pretty, elegant, sweet, full of humor, playful and intelligent. i have been raised in the capital and i had the privilege of being educated by wonderful teachers in the best schools.
Stanford was fond of talking about his son Junior.
Then the teachers started getting out of the staffroom. He loved his independence. I open the enclosure. Grams talked about blurred bad bloodlines. He would open the jiko flap to regulate the temperature. She talked about the great desert locust invasion in the early 60's when she was just a little girl