bbook: Mondays—the added dash of salt onto the wound of existence. And today, as the weather remains at a tropic 48 degrees, I can’t help but find myself nostalgic for springtime, hoping for blossoming roses and the sweet feeling of sweating in
bbook: Mondays—the added dash of salt onto the wound of existence. And today, as the weather remains at a tropic 48 degrees, I can’t help but find myself nostalgic for springtime, hoping for blossoming roses and the sweet feeling of sweating in