Progress
I find myself grappling with a fear, a fear that my generation may be the last to savour the warmth of bonfires beneath starry nights, the joy of sunrise, and the quiet bliss of reading a book.
I find myself grappling with a fear, a fear that my generation may be the last to savour the warmth of bonfires beneath starry nights, the joy of sunrise, and the quiet bliss of reading a book.