If we could sit on clouds
To me, my memory of March 2018 sounds like the sizzling of my mother's cooking in the room over, my fingers rested upon the calloused wooden table as I sat down, waiting after sett…
To me, my memory of March 2018 sounds like the sizzling of my mother's cooking in the room over, my fingers rested upon the calloused wooden table as I sat down, waiting after sett…