I often wonder about the quiet engine that drives some people, the kind that keeps ticking beautifully even when everyone else is winding down. It's a magnetic kind of energy. Even on Sundays, the grind doesn鈥檛 stop
I often wonder about the quiet engine that drives some people, the kind that keeps ticking beautifully even when everyone else is winding down. It's a magnetic kind of energy. 馃暟锔忊湪Even on Sundays, the grind doesn鈥檛 stop
