The sky is full of faces
we greet them
at breakfast
While the wind fumbles
sighing, tired
at the door
_
we greet them
at breakfast
While the wind fumbles
sighing, tired
at the door
_
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home and away
My India fam is back from the trip to visit friends and we've been inseparable all day. Time is running out. This is likely my mom's...
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