Some days go by like a fog. In a fog. I live in the foggy San Francisco Bay Area.
Sometimes I muse, and rant, and my soul is always full. I am thinking of someone in another country.
Some days go by like a fog. In a fog. I live in the foggy San Francisco Bay Area.
Sometimes I muse, and rant, and my soul is always full. I am thinking of someone in another country.
