Himawari Photography - There were three secrets that she kept. The first was her own, kept close in her pocket. The second was the wind's, biting and bitter. The third was mine, lost before I knew she'd stolen it.
There were three secrets that she kept. The first was her own, kept close in her pocket. The second was the wind's, biting and bitter. The third was mine, lost before I knew she'd stolen it.
