It had been very early July, and we happened to be on our ways house after a botched night out.

It had been very early July, and we happened to be on our ways house after a botched night out. My personal spouse’s feeling was actually down, once more; this chronic melancholy, this little Eeyore affect dangling over our everyday life and saturating all things in miserable small droplets. It simply happened always. The despair …

It had been very early July, and we happened to be on our ways house after a botched night out. Read More »