Give me the wild children


Give me the wild children with their bare feet and sparkling eyes.
The restless churning climbers.
The wild ones using their outside voices, singing all the way home.
Give me the wonder filled glorious mess makers dreaming of mountains and mud, aching to run through a field of stars.

-Nicolette Sowder


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