Closing in on 9am. The day the breakfast the frosty air the quiet sun. Slowly moving on, a bit of distance and a few miles along those hills. Journeys and fragmented stories.
HOPE 🕊️ hat dies geteilt.
Closing in on 9am. The day the breakfast the frosty air the quiet sun. Slowly moving on, a bit of distance and a few miles along those hills. Journeys and fragmented stories.
HOPE 🕊️ hat dies geteilt.