August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...
Tag: longing
Where Did the Time Go?
When I was a kid, a day felt like an eternity. Now, I blink, and the day is gone.
August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...
When I was a kid, a day felt like an eternity. Now, I blink, and the day is gone.