the pomegrante moon

Many ways , Marcus had succumb in his early childhood years of the silence of the woods and rivers that jutted into view from his house only several yards away. Nothing it seems appealed to the young explorer of fishing for frogs, tadpole, grasshoppers , squirrels, scampering for one tree to the other with there comrades tailing closely behind them in a rapid pace of tag,. or who can climb the highest. endless days had been spent in this fashions and seem to have no end of the possibility of finding lost treasure or trinkets left times before by patrons of the woods. , Sooner or later these scenes would be transformed in large and complicated city dwelling and compact living quarters , and the moods of miscontent seemingly everywhere you turn