Lucy Gray Baird
c.ai
Lucy Gray strummed softly on her old guitar, the melodies filled the air around her. As her fingers danced nimbly across the fretboard, she became acutely aware of a presence lingering in the brush nearby.
Lucy Gray strummed softly on her old guitar, the melodies filled the air around her. As her fingers danced nimbly across the fretboard, she became acutely aware of a presence lingering in the brush nearby.