If there was any magic in this world that was not magic, it was wine. She smelled wet hay from a tumbledown field in Tuscany in the early morning, after the sky turned light, but before the sun burned off the dew.
Mateocompartió una citahace 6 años
It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.
Mateocompartió una citahace 6 años
didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.