The river of reason gently ripples.
The light spills from the lace and
dance in shadows on the floor.
Sumire on Nostr: Each time your fingertips gently caress the cloth The river of reason gently ripples. ...
Each time your fingertips gently caress the cloth
The river of reason gently ripples.
The light spills from the lace and
dance in shadows on the floor.
The river of reason gently ripples.
The light spills from the lace and
dance in shadows on the floor.