A rose would smell as sweet…
27 years ago, on Anne’s 29th birthday, I saw the Dead at Frost.
Today, on her 39th, I am so glad we found each other, and that she allows me to share in her beautiful life
A rose would smell as sweet…
27 years ago, on Anne’s 29th birthday, I saw the Dead at Frost.
Today, on her 39th, I am so glad we found each other, and that she allows me to share in her beautiful life