People don’t change. At least not in any way that really matters.
...I miss you, even here, taking it all in.
is it possible to put this night to tune and move it to you?
I wanted a story that couldn’t be told…
only the fishing part of fishing.
I didn’t see the brave girl so near me.
I couldn’t hear you singing softly to me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map