HOME HELP It was a beautiful sink, somewhere to pause and admire the view. He had never before seen it as a place where a remarkable fantasy grew. Different reds shone from shiny mounds with twinkling puddles of green. Fat-laden streams had turned to a watery glue and slowly trickled between. It had... Sign in to see full entry.
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