Clandestine. [H.S.]
"𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, try to look at the sky whenever you get the time to." She smiles fondly sending little million sparks. "Why?" was the question and she beams again now moon fond of her, "Because 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 sky's mouth's so kind it's songs never hurt you; for you don't feel alone." ❁In a modern foreign world where t...