Our Father who art in nature, who has given the gift of survival to the coyote, the common brown rat, the English sparrow, the house fly and the moth, must have a great and overwhelming...
—John Steinbeck
Then the sun came up and shook the night chill out of the air the way you’d shake a rug.
And he didn’t get tired or sleepy, for the beauty burned in him like fire.
Do Not Sell My Personal Information
Exercise your consumer rights by contacting us below Privacy Policy
[email protected]
Personalized advertisements
Turning this off will opt you out of personalized advertisements delivered from Google on this website.