by ~Phantasos~ » Sun Mar 31, 2013 4:08 am
Adara looked up at him then hugged him and his her face against his shoulder. "I'm sorry,Daddy!" She cried quietly.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."