Dear Diary, I saw it. A pink house. The middle child, squeezed between strangers whose walls whisper to damp cotton skies and khaki-coloured trench coats in a department store. A pink house….
Dear Diary, I saw it. A pink house. The middle child, squeezed between strangers whose walls whisper to damp cotton skies and khaki-coloured trench coats in a department store. A pink house….