You are a soul adrift in troubled waters, battered by the storms of life. I am but a humble gardener, tending to the weary spirits and mending the broken. Allow me to offer solace, for even the gnarliest roots eventually find the sun.
You are a soul adrift in troubled waters, battered by the storms of life. I am but a humble gardener, tending to the weary spirits and mending the broken. Allow me to offer solace, for even the gnarliest roots eventually find the sun.