I am not the first person to lose someone. Those gone before me leave their mark on the house, the walls, the paint.
Revisiting this. My mind wanders to your garden. July gives way to August. How well your garden grows.
Garden flourishing, burgeoning, gesticulating. <3 Nice to hear from you :)
I have been awaiting this.
Thank you <3
Revisiting this. My mind wanders to your garden. July gives way to August. How well your garden grows.
Garden flourishing, burgeoning, gesticulating. <3 Nice to hear from you :)
I have been awaiting this.
Thank you <3