Friday’s Page 69 ~ Orphan Island
Below them, the blur of the meadow and the prairie stretched out like a green-gold sea. Rushing along, Jinny felt better. Clearer. There was something almost magical about moving so fast.
Below them, the blur of the meadow and the prairie stretched out like a green-gold sea. Rushing along, Jinny felt better. Clearer. There was something almost magical about moving so fast.