Approaching out of the sun, producing no thunder or wrath, laden branches pilot an inquisitive breeze releasing snow bombs exploding in a shrapnel of fine crystals harmlessly saturating the air with a magical dust.
Another one of my favorites! 💜💜💜
Thanks. I believe you are actually capable of remembering when this was first shared, you know, as you don't drink or anything.
LOL!!
Fun to follow as you run that voodoo down where ever it go.
Miles don't float like no butterfly, he sting like a bee.
Another one of my favorites! 💜💜💜
Thanks. I believe you are actually capable of remembering when this was first shared, you know, as you don't drink or anything.
LOL!!
Fun to follow as you run that voodoo down where ever it go.
Miles don't float like no butterfly, he sting like a bee.