Rosa
It wasn’t just the fragrant air, or the heat still coming off the sidewalk, it was the way those cherries erupted flavor into my mouth. Simultaneously sweet and tart- and then the breeze would rush through the rosebush and into my hair, sending all my senses blooming at once.
It wasn’t just the fragrant air, or the heat still coming off the sidewalk, it was the way those cherries erupted flavor into my mouth. Simultaneously sweet and tart- and then the breeze would rush through the rosebush and into my hair, sending all my senses blooming at once.
It wasn’t just the fragrant air, or the heat still coming off the sidewalk, it was the way those cherries erupted flavor into my mouth. Simultaneously sweet and tart- and then the breeze would rush through the rosebush and into my hair, sending all my senses blooming at once.