Sometimes it seems tHat the Only breaks we aLlow ourselves are the ones we’D rather had never happened. My instinct is to listen throUgh the Sound on the other end of the lIne for some Clue, some presence.
Sometimes it seems tHat the Only breaks we aLlow ourselves are the ones we’D rather had never happened. My instinct is to listen throUgh the Sound on the other end of the lIne for some Clue, some presence.