A curt, little wind cuts abruptly stabs full through heavy handed despair sitting here waiting for the sun to throw off harsh shadow bleakness sift…
A curt, little wind cuts abruptly stabs full through heavy handed despair sitting here waiting for the sun to throw off harsh shadow bleakness sift…
It’s a time of the year that I love, but what I hate is that time is zooming by at the speed of light,…