I pretended your hand held mine swinging little arcs over sidewalks music of rivers and buses keeping time with our steps – the sun winked like in a cartoon and it was spring it was all the dimensions it was nice. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
