Dendrochronology. Bark splitting, hair turning different shades of gray. Hearts lying in a hand of no doubt. Every moon brought me back. You closed the gaps. Closeness was beneath me. The hours were B...
Dendrochronology. Bark splitting, hair turning different shades of gray. Hearts lying in a hand of no doubt. Every moon brought me back. You closed the gaps. Closeness was beneath me. The hours were B...