My name is Nolan - The North Coast

My name is Nolan. But my name does not echo in the great towers of the government. Not here, not at home. I was born on the afternoon of August 2020, on the North Coast. Where the sea breathes with us, where the trees are older than the time, where the wind knows the names of the children before they even speak. My parents wanted me here. They thought that by offering the river, peace, the smells of pine, they gave me everything. They believed t…

My name is Nolan. But my name does not echo in the great towers of the government. Not here, not at home. I was born on the afternoon of August 2020, on the North Coast. Where the sea breathes with us, where the trees are older than the time, where the wind knows the names of the children before they even speak. My parents wanted me here. They thought that by offering the river, peace, the smells of pine, they gave me everything. They believed t…

My name is Nolan. But my name does not echo in the great towers of the government. Not here, not at home. I was born on the afternoon of August 2020, on the North Coast. Where the sea breathes with us, where the trees are older than the time, where the wind knows the names of the children before they even speak. My parents wanted me here. They thought that by offering the river, peace, the smells of pine, they gave me everything. They believed t…