The end of May and this month of June shone hot, yellow sun on many faces.
And I took those faces, and held them, and kissed so many of them before sheltering them in memory and turning them black and white.
Be well.
– SAWK
The end of May and this month of June shone hot, yellow sun on many faces.
And I took those faces, and held them, and kissed so many of them before sheltering them in memory and turning them black and white.
Be well.
– SAWK