One more step. Just one step is all that is between me and a sheer drop hundreds of feet to the ocean below.
None of them knew of the joy that was felt at that very moment, high above their heads in the sky
“Pause right there,” the producer interrupted the writer.
You have to know where to look for the real stuff, somewhere that’s not been plundered to death already, a spot people wouldn’t think of.
Canada had an easy time of it.
and lighthouses call
The boys huddled in closer by the campfire, the light flickering off the badges and brass buttons of their scouting uniforms.