Tamara
Years from now he’ll remember the months he spent trying to unlock a lock of her hair and how, when she kissed him, he felt like a poem being translated from one language into another.
4 tygodnie temu
At Lake Scugog
1. Where what I see comes to rest, at the edge of the lake, against what I think I see and, up on the bank, who I am maintains an uneasy truce with who I fear I am, while in the cabin’s shade the gap between the words I said and those I remember saying…
4 tygodnie temu