To the inquisitive eye the crevice had a million stories to say, drawing ’em closer to feel the textures of her endurance that she unfolded layer by layer, speaking a language alien to most, the language of love. ~j
To the inquisitive eye the crevice had a million stories to say, drawing ’em closer to feel the textures of her endurance that she unfolded layer by layer, speaking a language alien to most, the language of love. ~j
