poetryrose in her winter slumber she doth deserve nothing less after our rambling, this summer of summers. on long rides just her and i down pathways old and new yet, i shall not be without this winter for a ride as i now have acquired her little sister, midnight blue Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related