I know your story is hard to tell without choking up or caving in but the world could learn a lesson or two from the one who weathered silent storms. – silent storms.
I’ll write my secrets in the sand next to driftwood and seashells then let the waves wash them away. Wishing forgetting was that easy. – secrets in the sand.
I’ll write my secrets in the sand next to driftwood and seashells then let the waves wash them away. Wishing forgetting was that easy. – secrets in the sand.
