Sorrow sings a bittersweet symphony, at the loss of a nation’s mother. Grateful for her service, deep sadness at her departure. May your light guide us forever. π¬π§
The Queen is dead. Long Live the King.
Sorrow sings a bittersweet symphony, at the loss of a nation’s mother. Grateful for her service, deep sadness at her departure. May your light guide us forever. π¬π§
The Queen is dead. Long Live the King.