speak to me of summers past when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet with long grasping fingers as we ran through the night quicksilver

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
speak to me of summers past when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet with long grasping fingers as we ran through the night quicksilver
Speak to me of summers past when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet with long grasping fingers as we ran through the night quicksilver
Speak to me of summers past when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet with long grasping fingers as we ran through the night quicksilver