5-5-18
I didn’t know I was waiting for Wendi, until she arrived like a gulp of hot chocolate, or the first nose-full of growing grass after winter, or a soft dog’s nose on your ankle to say “I love you.”
125/365
Sarah Papple
I didn’t know I was waiting for Wendi, until she arrived like a gulp of hot chocolate, or the first nose-full of growing grass after winter, or a soft dog’s nose on your ankle to say “I love you.”
125/365