Part Five / Final
You paint such a picture. I could imagine sitting in the passenger seat, coming in through that mist. And cradling a bag of apples carefully.
I love - and know that feeling - that description 'I could feel the moving parts of an album gathering inside me'.
You paint such a picture. I could imagine sitting in the passenger seat, coming in through that mist. And cradling a bag of apples carefully.
I love - and know that feeling - that description 'I could feel the moving parts of an album gathering inside me'.