The Girl on the Sixth Floor – Tidbits

Remembering the old love – The girl on the sixth floor She is as fair as the December snow. The fairness accentuated by her black curls falling on her face. She sits there, cross-legged, with a thoughtful gaze and an inquiring look on her face, her lips arched into a half smile, and face propped up on one hand supported on the desk. It makes … Continue reading The Girl on the Sixth Floor – Tidbits