One by one, tall heads of lavender are bobbing with the weight of bees as they cling, gather nectar, and leave… and you beside me in the sun, naked, except for lingerie. Today is the day – but we don’t
One by one, tall heads of lavender are bobbing with the weight of bees as they cling, gather nectar, and leave… and you beside me in the sun, naked, except for lingerie. Today is the day – but we don’t