When we left, we took with us, the stories of our youth, and though, we may have embellished them or changed a name along the way, I like to think they’re the same–the same as the stories told long ago, under the same sky.
When we left, we took with us, the stories of our youth, and though, we may have embellished them or changed a name along the way, I like to think they’re the same–the same as the stories told long ago, under the same sky.