“The evening sky embraces the wanderlust boy. With two arms he is thrust, in momentous delight, across the world he creates. The sunset lifts his spirits and ours, with an orange flash across his emboldened face. Only the nursery rhyme cow might know his joy.”
“The evening sky embraces the wanderlust boy. With two arms he is thrust, in momentous delight, across the world he creates. The sunset lifts his spirits and ours, with an orange flash across his emboldened face. Only the nursery rhyme cow might know his joy.”
