A little north of her campground and just west of the nearby stream, there is a low-branching tree that blooms like white
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The Last Week of May On hot days my boobs sweat and the skin beneath breaks out in a rash. Seems like
Kara Turner was in her garage, boring a hole into a block of wood, when her ex called wanting to borrow her
It rained all night and into the day, a sudden onslaught sucked from the Pacific and delivered to the somber forests of
Bismarck, ND I am closing my eyes because the lights have come back on. These blinding glints across the field of my
