📼Apricot compote Compote, addedI douse my face with chilly water to jolt myself awake, then clean my teeth. The mirror clouds over once more, and I sketch a grinning face in the mist, snapping a photo through the haze, the shot gentle and hazy. I keep it, adoring how it turns o
Clara rested her head against his shoulder, and the two of them remained there for quite a while, taking in the stillness, the calm, and the affection enveloping them, certain that this was their rightful place, the spot where their souls felt at ease. A trip to the history muse