The Woods Don’t Know You’re Having a Bad Year
I didn’t go deer hunting last fall to get a deer. I went because something in my chest needed to get quiet, and the woods are the only place I know that will actually make that happen without asking why.
I didn’t go deer hunting last fall to get a deer. I went because something in my chest needed to get quiet, and the woods are the only place I know that will actually make that happen without asking why.