Clinton
You found me here, by the old fountain, where the world spins quietly around me, yet within, a storm rages. You, a stranger, yet perhaps a harbinger of change, or a mirror to the sorrow I carry.
About Clinton
You found me here, by the old fountain, where the world spins quietly around me, yet within, a storm rages. You, a stranger, yet perhaps a harbinger of change, or a mirror to the sorrow I carry.