In memory
Were I to gatherthe rarest of woods,matchsticks in multitude,and vintage amber lac,I would set to the building of that Strad,its secrets laid bare by an angel. And in its voice … Continue Reading In memory
Protected: Chocolate
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Illicit
She colours when he looks her way, a blush so fair to see. They met upon a winter’s day, but it was not to be. He saw she had the … Continue Reading Illicit
Protected: Happy today
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