dis...dat...d'udda

By disdatdudda

gathering it up ...

|||



(and putting it in the suitcase?...it may work...)









“What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.”
Anaïs Nin




|||

Comments
Sign in or get an account to comment.