I don’t know if you remember that first night you closed my chest and opened yours, but it was wet and dark.
CategoryFiction Month
He, Tanawat
The fields have been drained, and it is only a matter of time now until the fields can dry no more and are ready for harvest.
Wilderness Camp
On the first day of our last week at Camp Lookout, when the summer was coming to an end, and the nights were colder, and every time we sang “Way Up in Northern Michigan” we felt like crying, the counselors decided to do a joint survival expedition.