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crimson in her coffee 

Posted on September 2, 2024 by whimsygizmo

morning again and the sky’s on spin -cycle, all tumultuous cloud and for-crying-outloud lemon sun.  the call of fallis too soft for now,yet near somehow in golden haze –  a trace of wild on hungry skin,a whispered song of gentler days.  ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, … Continue reading →

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