With each passing day memories of the years gone by are fading away. It's like someone put the days and months and minutes and hours into a mass production factory creating perfect replicas of one another. These replicas serve a dual purpose though.
A passing afternoon
A passing afternoon
A passing afternoon
With each passing day memories of the years gone by are fading away. It's like someone put the days and months and minutes and hours into a mass production factory creating perfect replicas of one another. These replicas serve a dual purpose though.