
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.

In summer, the song sings itself.

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
In summer, the song sings itself.
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.