— Francois de la Rochefoucauld
A boy left his bike chained to a tree when he went away to war in 1914. He never returned, leaving the tree no choice but to grow...
A morning-glory at my window
Submitted by nessastooshort
little wondrous girls (there is sun in my eyes)
I hope future generations could still appreciate the beauty of reading a good book.
I just did this in my own backyard. Just me, a light blue sheet, my book, and the sun. Lovely.
I hope future generations could still appreciate the beauty of reading a good book.