Come what may, the threads of hope lingered, knitting everyone closer—and woven within it all, the scent of lavender, warm hearths, and laughter.
“These leaves will tell our stories, one crinkle at a time,” he said, his eyes shifting to every face.
Come what may, the threads of hope lingered, knitting everyone closer—and woven within it all, the scent of lavender, warm hearths, and laughter.
“These leaves will tell our stories, one crinkle at a time,” he said, his eyes shifting to every face.