The worst witch I lay backwards on the sofa and you like a bracket braced me. I stripped off the afghan slipper socks, dammed my lips to stop the tea you dripped

I've worked a long time on this story - perhaps too long. I'm still not sure it's right. But it's the best I can do with it. 3,700 words (maybe that's it... it's too long!)

Your right I know, In what you said.

She is the sky. She could be a bird, she could soar so high. She is the sun. She could be the moon. She could be the stars. She is freedom. She has no limits,

Project on meditation is an experiment to find what you goanna dream

My 'eyes' love to caress your body, an inch at a time...you are so beautiful in the morning window light.