On plus side, irises — covered with pearls of rain — are about to open. Every now and then, you remember that rain is good for something.
Still wet, still white
I write every day. Sometimes I even blog.
I write every day. Sometimes I even blog.
On plus side, irises — covered with pearls of rain — are about to open. Every now and then, you remember that rain is good for something.
Writing Every Day 