day FIFTY TWO | year FIVE | 2014
March 24, 2014
Ahhhh, the memories… my ranga was polishing his brass for an early (early, early) morning parade… the smell of Brasso brings it all rushing back <3
Ahhhh, the memories… my ranga was polishing his brass for an early (early, early) morning parade… the smell of Brasso brings it all rushing back <3