The shady buck wanders in the wild and in the dark when the skies are pink and purple. He wanders in the shadows of the black fields. The shady buck runs in the wild when the sky fades. He is beautiful. He is strong. He is wild.
Wild
The shady buck wanders in the wild and in the dark when the skies are pink and purple. He wanders in the shadows of the black fields. The shady buck runs in the wild when the sky fades. He is beautiful. He is strong. He is wild.