as the window rolled down and i felt the wind on my face, i remembered what i had felt like before any of it happened, the color and ease and beauty of life in the summertime flooded back. how would i inhabit it now?
as the window rolled down and i felt the wind on my face, i remembered what i had felt like before any of it happened, the color and ease and beauty of life in the summertime flooded back. how would i inhabit it now?
