It’a another cold, rainy Monday. They seem to come packaged that way. The flowers bow their heads under the weight of the gloom. “I understand”, I whisper softly. Yes, yes, I do. It takes…
It’a another cold, rainy Monday. They seem to come packaged that way. The flowers bow their heads under the weight of the gloom. “I understand”, I whisper softly. Yes, yes, I do. It takes…