I miss our walks in the evening, the breeze on our face, ears and hair. Please get well soon my love.*** — Arcine Arciniegas Copy Share Image
The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Charlie wrinkled her nose. “I think I’m going to vom,” she announced as the passenger door opened and a light gust of… — Beth Ashworth Copy Share Image
From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
