Pressed against her I can hear eternity — hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered “Hush”.
Pressed against her I can hear eternity — hollow, lonely spaces and
Pressed against her I can hear eternity — hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered “Hush”.
