Kailani

We sit in the middle, certain Rose took a seat in the second row. You call that the middle, muffled Pineapple and poked Rose in the side. Bergamot spritzed approval and settled right at the front of the Sun Moon Stars. Come Peach, you can sit next...

An evening rose in the morning? Why not. First, I stand in a sea of roses. The rose wants to please and shows what it can do. Perhaps it is too deeply immersed in cognac or incense. It's too much for me, too overwhelming. But then: later...