She was wild, barefoot and tiptoeing through daises
Saturday, September 10, 2022
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Bouquet of Fire and Moonlight
I am more than a flower you can pick. I am a bouquet of beauty; the scent of desire, the fragile petal and graceful stem, alive with color....
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Sometimes I think about it, it’s a smell or food or a song that comes on. The ache in my heart is bittersweet. My throat closes up and tears...
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We owned the night last - last night belonged to the girls! So much fun! Friends I haven't seen in years. Dancing. Laughter. Drinks...
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A lot of people talk about fight or flight. And I guess flight was never an option, for me. I got way too much fight in me. There probably w...
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