example two-
its the middle of winter and the wind is thrashing the trees about outside. th rain is slamming into the garden. i am walking up and down, through my house, singing quiet, low songs from my youth about love and sorrow. the child is sleeping on my shoulder, lulled by my voice.
nice.
its the middle of winter and the wind is thrashing the trees about outside. th rain is slamming into the garden. i am walking up and down, through my house, singing quiet, low songs from my youth about love and sorrow. the child is sleeping on my shoulder, lulled by my voice.
nice.