@sophisticatedpenActive 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Dry Memory, the inside of a Rose.
It was a breezy day outside when Johnny came to fetch me for a coffee meeting. A good time in an afternoon rush to have a coffee on a cozy place where we used to meet back on the times that hurrying is never an option.
Just right before I left my room. A sudden change of the air seized.…[Read more]