Someone borrowed my One Hundred Years of Solitude and never returned it.
Now I'm into minimalism and I try not to attach myself to stuff. But friendships have ended over such things.
Beautiful again, my friend.
I do love your poems so... ❤️
Someone borrowed my One Hundred Years of Solitude and never returned it.
Now I'm into minimalism and I try not to attach myself to stuff. But friendships have ended over such things.
Beautiful again, my friend.
I do love your poems so... ❤️
Don’t ever lend a book to me. I’m terrible about returning them. 😬