When you can't stop thinking. *Chapter 95*
This is truly poetic. I want to write each line on a small clay slab, and fire it into a little plaque, to read daily as a reminder. Beautiful words. Maybe we should make it a song. ❤️
This is truly poetic. I want to write each line on a small clay slab, and fire it into a little plaque, to read daily as a reminder. Beautiful words. Maybe we should make it a song. ❤️