In another life, I live in an old farmhouse on a hill surrounded by nature and not another human being in sight. The vegetables come from the garden and the eggs from the hen. Every night I fall asleep in a lounging chair in the study reading one of my hundreds of books despite my bedroom being only feet away. Swiftly and young, I die in my sleep to keep balance as no one should experience such happiness.
- Americas
- EntrouMarch 13, 2016
Crie uma conta e junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundo
ou