Textures of Harmony
There is a coffee shop that’s calling my name, and an unmarked-grave-yard that gave me the heebie-jeebies.
There is a coffee shop that’s calling my name, and an unmarked-grave-yard that gave me the heebie-jeebies.
Listen to the tapping of rain and the rumble of thunder as the storm begins. Walk up the mighty ramp to get inside the boat…