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We took rest on a log in a woodland surrounded by beech trees. We had veered off a walking trail �" I forget who’d led the way b..

youth escaped and she naturally shriveled as any muscatel grape under the sun but still she retained all her sweetness and like a raisin she&rs..

what do you see in that n****r? huh, tell me!’ he demanded‘are you really gon go there dad?’ she retorted ‘no, no, no…..

Often it’s more to do with prestige than it is riches, less material and more wishes. Often it’s about fear, but sometimes also kisses..

I dream of a garden made golden by sunflowers and sunshine; a little flavour forest with all kinds of flowers and fruit trees, a few honeybees, a f..

By a lake somewhere, a cyan canoe sits on the sandy shoreline and a calm fire with flames matching the sun setting on the horizon smokes the catch ..

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