I step outside the wine bare foot to let my feet feel the fresh snow and I hear this song playing as the door shuts behind me. I prop the door open to connect back with the jam and grab my cote rotie, now we are all standing outside barefoot in a rare Seattle snow. Yeap, thats how I know this song.
I step outside the wine bare foot to let my feet feel the fresh snow and I hear this song playing as the door shuts behind me. I prop the door open to connect back with the jam and grab my cote rotie, now we are all standing outside barefoot in a rare Seattle snow. Yeap, thats how I know this song.
orecul42 4 years ago