When I read to my children, a new world opens.
Before we know we find ourselves journeying through the valleys and over the mountains and above the lakes, traversing rows of trees, a multitude of rocks- under blue and white and orange skies.
When I read to my children, everything else is forgotten.
Before we know we find ourselves journeying through the valleys and over the mountains and above the lakes, traversing rows of trees, a multitude of rocks- under blue and white and orange skies.
When I read to my children, everything else is forgotten.