Sitting in the tree house.
The wind swirling, making sounds that could be words that would wrap around you whispering your own thoughts or maybe the thoughts of the best someone else.
For me, my father. I never fought so hard than against his authority yet desperately worked so hard for his approval.
Ethelred bocht. So bocht.
The wind swirling, making sounds that could be words that would wrap around you whispering your own thoughts or maybe the thoughts of the best someone else.
For me, my father. I never fought so hard than against his authority yet desperately worked so hard for his approval.
Ethelred bocht. So bocht.