Apr 13, 2022
I always wonder what is in their heads, showing up in the chill. I haven't forgotten the crocuses, pushing themselves through the snow. I was enchanted by them.
I always wonder what is in their heads, showing up in the chill. I haven't forgotten the crocuses, pushing themselves through the snow. I was enchanted by them.
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