

Memories of a Place Far AwayDriving to Michigan takes about a day. That is, if theres no stopping for a breath of fresh air, or to replenish empty bottles of water. We sit in the car and mess around until our feet demand liberty or death. At the feel of rock beneath us, we take off running and play in the woods.Memories of a Place Far Away
We look out the window and see birches in the woods, pale white against dark pines in the light of early day. Were almost there, driving on roads of dirt and rock. When we finally arrive, I breathe in deeply the clean air, then run down to the lake and stick my cramped feet


ShapingHundreds of years ago, in England, in Holland, and in Germany, her family once lived. They once lived off the earth, the sky and the sea, living simple livesShaping
and dreaming simple dreams, which were, undoubtedly, impossible back then. But arent dreams supposed to be something not reached without stretching to the limits? They left their land, their lives and their country dreaming of simple lives for their children, and their childrens children, who, after many generations, dream of a simple life for her. Dreams, even n
that was quick...
And WELCOME to DeviantARt, have a great time!!
--
Shadow Angel, magnificent and silent,like a shadow!
sweet gallery!
--
ah-ü vahla cahil ömrüm çürümüş
her anım gün, her günüm bir yıl olmuş
I didn't know it was you who commented on my picture. xD
Haha, thanks for the
--
~Turnabout-Club is teh best club ever. o-o
Previous Page12Next Page