and it was the beginning of summer…
He may have said it, but those words have been my cadence all summer. Slowly simmering in the back of my mind, lacing every sunset, and tangling its way around every blossom.
and it was the beginning of summer…
He may have said it, but those words have been my cadence all summer. Slowly simmering in the back of my mind, lacing every sunset, and tangling its way around every blossom.