A Piece Of Sky
“That little piece of sky there, that’s going to be ours.” thought my father looking up at the sky at the construction site of what would one day be our home.
“That little piece of sky there, that’s going to be ours.” thought my father looking up at the sky at the construction site of what would one day be our home.
It takes two to tango. It takes two to talk. Maybe they’re not that different after all. Shall we?