Good morning!
It’s Thursday, and I’m starting to suspect that the crows back home have told their French compatriots about us. Every day when we sit down in a park—not even the same one, mind you—a cr…
Good morning!
It’s Thursday, and I’m starting to suspect that the crows back home have told their French compatriots about us. Every day when we sit down in a park—not even the same one, mind you—a cr…