We roll out our sleeping bags in a little grassy swale among the boulders.
He has that phrase, "Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows."
We roll out our sleeping bags in a little grassy swale among the boulders.
He has that phrase, "Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak to the earnest love that laid the swale in rows."