It's a cold and gloomy morning. The roaring thunderclouds clap as the lightning strikes in a blinding flash. The storm erupts in its final form, but all I can think of is the inside of my head pounding. The last thing I would want to do right now is to get grinding.
An Hour a Day
An Hour a Day
An Hour a Day
It's a cold and gloomy morning. The roaring thunderclouds clap as the lightning strikes in a blinding flash. The storm erupts in its final form, but all I can think of is the inside of my head pounding. The last thing I would want to do right now is to get grinding.