“I buckle my sword sheath to my waist and head for the trees. “If you’re coming, hurry up.” They glance at each other, but follow. Aithinne matches my stride, looking askance at me. “You don’t even know where you’re going,… — Elizabeth May Copy Share Image
When raindrops hit the tin roof its crazy. Thats a metaphor, did I lose ya baby? — Drake Copy Share Image
