The Warmth of Sunlight: A Bedtime Story for Weary Souls
The city buzzed like a tired machine, its streets humming with the weight of deadlines, unanswered emails, and half-empty coffee…
The city buzzed like a tired machine, its streets humming with the weight of deadlines, unanswered emails, and half-empty coffee…
The old farmhouse smelled of cinnamon and burnt sugar, a scent that clung to the walls like a memory. Clara…