Caught in the pouring rain today, I did not run …let the wind flirt with my dress felt its fabric cling to my skin. Smudged mascara, dripping hair and for a nano second my soul touched the child.
Caught in the pouring rain today, I did not run …let the wind flirt with my dress felt its fabric cling to my skin. Smudged mascara, dripping hair and for a nano second my soul touched the child.