Jubilee

I can't keep up fact

"The Shard" — by London Bridge

Sharp shard of glistening glass … an icy thorn
Cherry

This is where we belong

First three parts of a much longer piece about war and death marches. This is just the beginning.
Cherry

Berceuse

Sometimes, life creeps up and taps us on the shoulder.

Mommy

she’s wiser and in love with her family

the visitor

one day you made the morning azure you made twenty-three degrees Celsius taste like fresh-cut lawn and orangeade you gave the breezes that drifted indoors up the staircase

I am not dead

Do not be sad for me she said, I am not dead. But with her gone Everything feels wrong. Think of me and smile she said, I am not dead. But I can only cry And sorrowfully sigh.
Cherry

White Phantom: Chapter Twenty Eight

At last Beth confesses.

Come One Spring Morning!

Can't think of a thing!
Cherry

Pedigree Crush With a Twist of Passion: Chapter Twenty Eight

Simon's new friend

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