“I’ll meet you in the first snowfall.” His words, ancient and heavy, repeated in her heart as she stared up at the un-moving clouds. A gust…
The musings of Matthew
“I’ll meet you in the first snowfall.” His words, ancient and heavy, repeated in her heart as she stared up at the un-moving clouds. A gust…
“What book did you want again??” The man at the counter looked up over the monitor at her, even as her own fingers drummed against…