This may be the first full day of fall, but summer yet lives when I can go outside on a late Sunday afternoon and hear the sounds of the ice cream truck’s music in the air.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
This may be the first full day of fall, but summer yet lives when I can go outside on a late Sunday afternoon and hear the sounds of the ice cream truck’s music in the air.