Anita Shreve Quotes
The warmth of him always, even on the coldest of nights, as though his inner furnace burned extravagantly.
The warmth of him always, even on the coldest of nights, as though his inner furnace burned extravagantly. (Anita Shreve)
The warmth of him always, even on the coldest of nights, as though his inner furnace burned extravagantly.