OnurSomeone across me on the overground is reading Jeanette Winterson’s “Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit”. I naively get filled with hope for the future whenever I see someone reading a great book.
Someone across me on the overground is reading Jeanette Winterson’s “Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit”. I naively get filled with hope for the future whenever I see someone reading a great book.
