I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it as upon a thread of silk opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
And it sends an important message to me because I am sick to death to hear my opponent saying Republicans don't trust me. They do trust me in landslide proportions and they're proving it tonight. We're going to bury that for good.