This Comanche cannot change his face.And I can’t change mine.He traced the hollow of her cheek, his mouth tipping into a sad smile. I like your face, Blue Eyes. It is carved upon my heart.
Catherine Anderson
This Comanche cannot change his face.And I can’t change mine.He traced the hollow of her cheek, his mouth tipping into a sad smile. I like your face, Blue Eyes. It is carved upon my heart.