How many of us have them, let’s keep it real I know when I have one because it’s something I feel
Short stories scraped from the walls and corners of my heart.
it's about the coming of flamingos, when the birds migrate, that's once in a while you meet, etching sweet memories and the author says, not to say good bye, but see you later, 'cause it still keep th...
How many of us have them, let’s keep it real I know when I have one because it’s something I feel
Short stories scraped from the walls and corners of my heart.
it's about the coming of flamingos, when the birds migrate, that's once in a while you meet, etching sweet memories and the author says, not to say good bye, but see you later, 'cause it still keep th...