clarasolo: I learned a secret. There is no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow…. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain.
clarasolo: I learned a secret. There is no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow…. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain.
clarasolo: I learned a secret. There is no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow…. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain.
clarasolo: I learned a secret. There is no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow…. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain.
