Jenna only crosses the footbridge on clear days… She avoids the bridge on bad days, when the world looms gloomy and dark, or fog rolls in with wispy tendrils of despair.
ON A CLEAR DAY by Hermine Robinson
Jenna only crosses the footbridge on clear days… She avoids the bridge on bad days, when the world looms gloomy and dark, or fog rolls in with wispy tendrils of despair.