The Sentimentalist is still looking for his glasses. The moon is setting behind him. A Leap Year proposition that makes complete sense. (No, really!) Some sage advice. And a trip to the audiologist today, heralded by that brilliant poem.
The Sentimentalist is still looking for his glasses. The moon is setting behind him. A Leap Year proposition that makes complete sense. (No, really!) Some sage advice. And a trip to the audiologist today, heralded by that brilliant poem.
Oh that gorgeous light!!! Wow! You look great! Can’t see those cuts all over the head … and what a view! I like when you start singing/humming mid sentence. ❤️❤️❤️ I say de-try-tis and you say deh-tri-tis …. another verse for your song. xoxo