Dear friend,
I’m feeling blue. Like the deep cobalt blue of the ocean at night. Or the indigo of a bruised blueberry. There’s a baseline sadness that’s waiting with open arms when I fall into bed at…
Dear friend,
I’m feeling blue. Like the deep cobalt blue of the ocean at night. Or the indigo of a bruised blueberry. There’s a baseline sadness that’s waiting with open arms when I fall into bed at…