Feather Bliss is like this moving around the contour of another being. meeting in the middle and springing outward into each new shape, believing As though caught in the fluff of summer. I hear the call of all my ancient mentors. Taste the ripeness of the fruit, the richness, The seam is yielding... Sign in to see full entry.
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