No matter where I go, Florida is my home
by Rosa Sophia Soar upward into gray skies, I cringe at searing light step onto the tarmac and breathe in city nights born to ice and snow, slipping head first […]
by Rosa Sophia Soar upward into gray skies, I cringe at searing light step onto the tarmac and breathe in city nights born to ice and snow, slipping head first […]