:bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen: There is in the heart of a man a place made for wonder. It sleeps inside, waiting for fulfilment. All one's life, one gathers treasures to fill it. Sometimes, a trove falls into your hands all at once, as if some greedy pirate's chest spilled before an unsuspecting beholder. Such were the dragons on the wing. ~Amber