It isn’t till mid spring that JJ goes park-walking on his own again, in the shade of the big trees and one jumping squirrel. With a hum in his heart and smile on his smile, JJ sits again belonely neath his tree.
It isn’t till mid spring that JJ goes park-walking on his own again, in the shade of the big trees and one jumping squirrel. With a hum in his heart and smile on his smile, JJ sits again belonely neath his tree.