Like a concentration camp for night campers, Nightly roundup of kittens, Placing the little month old heart stoppers on the room desinated the Girls Room, Barely returning to my chair, Boots who at sixteen imagines me rising is for one purpose only to feed him and his daughters are nagging, I look down to myContinue reading “The Great Escape”
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Val Whitewolf 