I cogitate the coop of our lives freezes, once we appearance at the sky. It's like a let-up for our care and soul. I don't like the overcast sky. But flat while it is hazy and the sunlight breaks through the clouds - it's fine.
I cogitate the coop of our lives freezes, once we appearance at the sky. It's like a let-up for our care and soul. I don't like the overcast sky. But flat while it is hazy and the sunlight breaks through the clouds - it's fine.