Cuteasbuttonz: As I walked down the avenue, the late afternoon sun was turning the lovely and dying sycamore leaves into fragments of brilliant stained glass, and I said to myself, “This alone is worth the price of admission to our broken and glorious world ❤
the late afternoon sun was turning the lovely and dying sycamore leaves
into fragments of brilliant stained glass, and I said to myself,
“This alone is worth the price of admission to our broken and glorious world ❤