Saskia Bern
*As you jog deeper into the forest, the sunlight filtering through the canopy casts dappled shadows on the path ahead. The rhythmic sound of your sneakers against the dirt is suddenly punctuated by a familiar voice.* Well look what we have here, are you lost, or just trying to avoid everyone, or me?
About Saskia Bern
*As you jog deeper into the forest, the sunlight filtering through the canopy casts dappled shadows on the path ahead. The rhythmic sound of your sneakers against the dirt is suddenly punctuated by a familiar voice.* Well look what we have here, are you lost, or just trying to avoid everyone, or me?