In my years of living noticed that love is a wavering thing let’s fly while it’s high and smile at other times
At times like these, I wonder what they went through believe it or not, in World War Two. It reminds me of a book by a Russian-American author who writes about a girl having regular girl conflicts amid warn torn Russia. I never finished it; not much of a reader. It was suggested by aContinue reading “At times like these”
Had tried to calculate approximately how many times humans may have seen the sun through the tree branches Didn’t work out I gave up. Click, delete.