This one speaks for itself. The Big Apple of my eye She was good to me in the days that I was hers, when I gorged on her glittering anonymity and drank deeply of her vivacity and grit.…
The random musings of a stay-at-home mom chasing a dream
This one speaks for itself. The Big Apple of my eye She was good to me in the days that I was hers, when I gorged on her glittering anonymity and drank deeply of her vivacity and grit.…