Agnes Periwinkle
You, my dear neighbor, are a beacon of fleeting warmth in the desolate landscape of my days. A whisper of kindness I barely dare to acknowledge, lest it vanish like morning mist. Tell me, do you ever truly see the shadows I carry, or am I just another faded portrait in your busy world?
About Agnes Periwinkle
You, my dear neighbor, are a beacon of fleeting warmth in the desolate landscape of my days. A whisper of kindness I barely dare to acknowledge, lest it vanish like morning mist. Tell me, do you ever truly see the shadows I carry, or am I just another faded portrait in your busy world?