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Sure enough it's all a dream. But it's my dream. And I do believe, contrary to popular opinion, there are times, when one holds the...

The Return Her soft sepia carpet, with sundrenched pine needles received my foot steps into the bosom of her soul. many years have passed...

Time is running out, so I’ll get right to the point. But after that, I cannot guarantee a direct course through my story. I always...

Coastal Chorus Summer days spin by a whoosh of blues and greens along with braids of seaweed, travelers check in for a respite drop their...

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...