Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver! – Gilles Vigneault If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Via today’s daily prompt: Almost So very almost, though never really. Never quite, but ever so close to… We weren’t, were we? Should have, could have, but didn’t nail it. How come then, that I miss, what I never had, to begin with?