February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades of gray poured into a brief bottle.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
February is the uncertain month, neither black nor white but all shades of gray poured into a brief bottle.
February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.