The two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skinโreturning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.
Alyson NoelThe two of us warmed by a bold beam of light that wicks the moisture from my dress, my hair, and my skinโreturning it to the sky where it promises to find me again in the form of dew, snow, or rain.
Alyson Noel