I’m continuously confused about why they think they are free, or at least uniquely free? What does the moon even have to do with that supposed freedom?
I’m continuously confused about why they think they are free, or at least uniquely free? What does the moon even have to do with that supposed freedom?
I am the dad when I’m outside and the mom when I’m inside. It’s so hard to get myself out of the blankets, but once outside I’m so happy with all the refreshing snow.