"I watch them wearing down the paths of their childhood through rooms stained lovely with laughter, bounding towards the aging oak tree with a gentle white giant of a dog, building their fantasies with sticks and moss in a quiet green wood, and I know that someday they will weep with thankfulness for the story that is written upon this little hidden sanctuary on a tumultuous earth."
~ Jennifer Trafton
days 308 - 314
Quirkle | acorns in his pocket | Grandpa's guides
a knight for a running buddy | Hello
Ninja Warrioring
