One Sunday Morning...
This skirt is just refusing to go past my buttocks! Pulling it up has been a struggle for the past one minute. What…
This skirt is just refusing to go past my buttocks! Pulling it up has been a struggle for the past one minute. What…
I’d thought of a million things. A million things I’d do when I finally saw my Dad. A million things I’d say. A million ways he would look. A million things we would…
It is rumoured that she was once the fairest in the land. With eyes so bright, they were like portals to another dimension, and then so blue, it was as if crystals, the pale…
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