Precarious Birch on the road in Virginia, resting between Boston and New Orleans, already on his second life. He climbed a tree to escape determined bloodhounds. But left the recorder behind, woven among several branches.
Precarious Birch on the road in Virginia, resting between Boston and New Orleans, already on his second life. He climbed a tree to escape determined bloodhounds. But left the recorder behind, woven among several branches.