The Breeze at the Lake brushed my Cheek, or was it the nearing Mistral. The Flying Fox startled me as I wondered of the Seas, do the waves carry his name or was it a stir from within which awakened a mere memory, awakening to Love.
The Breeze at the Lake brushed my Cheek, or was it the nearing Mistral. The Flying Fox startled me as I wondered of the Seas, do the waves carry his n...
