Shortly after my grandmother’s burial it had begun storming. I asked @noisenest to join me outside with an umbrella. The sky cried along with me, and it didn’t feel quite so lonely anymore. model Theresa Manchester, photo noisenest
Shortly after my grandmother’s burial it had begun storming. I asked @noisenest to join me outside with an umbrella. The sky cried along with me, and it didn’t feel quite so lonely anymore. model Theresa Manchester, photo noisenest
