The rising sun sent fingers of light through the pale white mists of dawn. A wide road spread out before her, bare and black, streaked with pale lines. The green summer leaves blurred past as she reached the peak of the mountain and the whole world lay there before her...
The rising sun sent fingers of light through the pale white mists of dawn. A wide road spread out before her, bare and black, streaked with pale lines. The green summer leaves blurred past as she reached the peak of the mountain and the whole world lay there before her...
Hey, where ya been? You ok?