Answer:
Riding a bike was like climbing mount Everest.
It felt that I was a blot in the landscape. I was
as free as a bird, going wherever I want and being with whoever, I want to be
with. We were like little kittens that never
wanting to return home. I was like the little kid who kept on checking up
on it. It looked as if we were
murmuring away.
Explanation:
These are the ones I could find-
C.writing immortal poetry
I don't believe anyone knows what age our heavenly father is. Not even his son Jesus. But all we can do is wait for answers.
