A Way of Looking at Summer
i. Ahh, summer—what would you have me say of you? ii. I emptied myself the darkness of three years to feel à gogo that is my laughter. iii. But what of a strang...
i. Ahh, summer—what would you have me say of you? ii. I emptied myself the darkness of three years to feel à gogo that is my laughter. iii. But what of a strang...