What I know of life is that it doesn’t fit in a bottle, all neat and rolled up on a script like a message chucked out to sea. Floating and bobbing until it finds the person meant to read it. … Continue reading
What I know of life is that it doesn’t fit in a bottle, all neat and rolled up on a script like a message chucked out to sea. Floating and bobbing until it finds the person meant to read it. … Continue reading →