We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.
We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories