~ "dark brown is the river, golden is the sand. it flows along forever, trees on either hand. green leaves are a-floating, castles on the shore. boats of mine are boating. when will all come home? on flows the river, on past the mill, away down the valley, away down the hill. away down the river, a hundred miles or more, other little children will bring my boats ashore."
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
loste ~ stolenne ~ ande strayed childrenne ~ childhoode ~ ande wildedernesses