She was the sea and the moon
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
Yesterday, I got to spend over an hour on the phone with each of my adult children — real conversations, full of laughter, honesty, stories,...
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