How far away from them I feel, up on this hill. It seems to me that I belong to another species.
How far away from them I feel, up on this hill. It seems to me that I belong to another species.
“I fell,” he repeated for the hundredth time. “But you didn’t fall very far,” Mary Sarojini now said. “No, I didn’t fall very far,” he agreed. “So what’s all the fuss about?” the child inquired.