The little boy looked at me again and this was after many years of mine. The treads of his eyes contained all my journey traveled.The dust on my shoes from my journeys spoke of my mortality and his immortality. The little boy looked again at me.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
The Little Boy.
The little boy looked at me again and this was after many years of mine. The treads of his eyes contained all my journey traveled.The dust on my shoes from my journeys spoke of my mortality and his immortality. The little boy looked again at me.
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