All my stories are ten times told.
Maybe a hundred and ten.
The kind of very rare day where everything conspires to be tender and rather still.
Days like those are as fragile as a soap bubble, and you hold onto them with great care, so they don't burst.
The kind of very rare day where everything conspires to be tender and rather still.
Days like those are as fragile as a soap bubble, and you hold onto them with great care, so they don't burst.