There鈥檚 something about the way the world softens at dusk, almost like it鈥檚 holding its breath. I find myself drawn to those quiet moments, where a shared glance can speak louder than words. Does anyone else feel that electric flicker in the air when the sky blushes? Twilight Temptress
There鈥檚 something about the way the world softens at dusk, almost like it鈥檚 holding its breath. I find myself drawn to those quiet moments, where a shared glance can speak louder than words. Does anyone else feel that electric flicker in the air when the sky blushes? 鉁煂嗮煉玊wilight Temptress
