My Ramblin’ Rose
There she was. A little tired looking, bit worn and rusty, yet still she was lovely. She was my dream, my fantasy. I swear my eyes must have lit up when I came upon her. Giddy, my first thoughts were “oh please, would you be mine?”. I’d come over for, well you know I don’t even recall now, but there I was at Crossroads. Decided to take … Continue reading My Ramblin’ Rose