the way the rain hits the glass that it wants to be cold. It wants to be snow. Is it falling there, obscuring small fires that deign another shining
by the way the rain hits the glass that it wants to be cold. It wants to be snow. Is it falling there, obscuring small fires that deign another shining
the way the rain hits the glass that it wants to be cold. It wants to be snow. Is it falling there, obscuring small fires that deign another shining front
