jlr528
During the first full moon of the hottest July in years, my hair plastered to my forehead in sweat I noticed how the starlit sky twinkled as if I could reach out and pluck one of the sky.
T'was a starlit night shining down on the boy with the fishing pole. Try as he did, he did not catch a single firefly
coma... come on and hurry this timer. Two times too many have I wrote about this tool.