On Now: Ill-starred from the start, we are drenched in a violent longing
Every word like a rock in my throat, dreading the day I can no longer shield my darling Rosie from our reality. So many things I wish I didn't have to teach her. Love to you, Jessy.
Every word like a rock in my throat, dreading the day I can no longer shield my darling Rosie from our reality. So many things I wish I didn't have to teach her. Love to you, Jessy.