A call to escape—into the wild, where trees breathe, memories are etched, and the sky is our blanket.
I love this . It feels like an escape just reading it
That's sweet!
What many of us think we want, but we can't turn the clock back to prehistoric times. I think the best we can hope for is to borrow an echo of the wild, just for a little while.
I love this . It feels like an escape just reading it
That's sweet!
What many of us think we want, but we can't turn the clock back to prehistoric times. I think the best we can hope for is to borrow an echo of the wild, just for a little while.