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: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading... Related