Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
Wither
Feeling kind of quiet this morning. Trust you understand . . .
Finding fresh ways to write timeless truth.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
Wither
Feeling kind of quiet this morning. Trust you understand . . .