Story of the week

Eight Foot Blue - 6

What I hated most about life, and the holiday, was walking anywhere with Dad.

She wore a feather bower

She wore a feather bower Lay upon the ground To me it wasn’t a great mystery To me—was her crown? Had my princedom, my esprit This empted hour

Again and again and again

Skin to skin starting with a tickle and a tease

Contradiction?

believing yet no faith at all

I sang you a love song...

I sang you a love song... Strong as an oak Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Amour, amour, amour... Weak to the stroke Centre to the core The wheel and spoke. Amour, amour, amour...
Cherry

Driving Great Aunt Maisie

We'd already done 'I Spy' to death...

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Cherry

SF. Pt. 16. Mewsing.

Excuse the pun.

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