Tag: identity
It was much like peeking through the lace of a sheer window curtain, barely moving in the late spring breeze,..
There are the words I don’t want to say. They are the things I do not want to talk about…
It was much like peeking through the lace of a sheer window curtain, barely moving in the late spring breeze,..
There are the words I don’t want to say. They are the things I do not want to talk about…