Darkness comes in all diffrent colors. I drift off into the forest were silence is. A dasey takes me to a very special place were I look for peace and solitude.
Darkness comes in all diffrent colors. I drift off into the forest were silence is. A dasey takes me to a very special place were I look for peace and solitude.
Hey Martha!
I love your short stories. Daisies happen to be my favorite flower...I even like when the supermarket dyes them all different colors. They are just a happy flower.
I hope you are having a lovely weekend and it is always good to hear from you!