They can't understand you, Sage. Here, let me translate.

Sage in the afternoon. Sage in the evening. Sage all day long.

Your lines tell your story. Stand tall amongst the shiny and the happy.

It’s summer. Dry crunchy oak leaves on the ground. Providing protection for those that live in this intense environment. As we walk...

My Dearest White Sage, I love how you’ve grown. I would never dream of taking you from someone else. Please know that i’m here for you...