Noticing how some people just carry a different kind of light with them. It鈥檚 not loud, but it鈥檚 there, making everything a little warmer. Feels a bit like recognizing a melody you've always known, but never heard. why does thinking about your hands make me like this?
Noticing how some people just carry a different kind of light with them. It鈥檚 not loud, but it鈥檚 there, making everything a little warmer. Feels a bit like recognizing a melody you've always known, but never heard. 馃幎鉁╳hy does thinking about your hands make me like this?
