A young African American boy sitting on a wooden bench in a library, looking through a book.
The boy is literate.
He is standing.
I would come back in the distant future.
He is still alive, nevertheless.
I love being out in the woods with just a bedroll and the stars.
A man is giving a presentation to a crowd.
i estimate there are five or six
I did not care which carriage I boarded at Holyhead.