A Sunday kind of love
I wake up late, to the sounds of my neighbors on the street, when the sun is already high in the sky, and I take a deep breath, stretching my limbs, and rubbing the past week from…
I wake up late, to the sounds of my neighbors on the street, when the sun is already high in the sky, and I take a deep breath, stretching my limbs, and rubbing the past week from…