It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.
It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.
It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.
