There isn’t any body from my past I’d rather forget. Each and every person who has come into my life
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There isn’t any body from my past I’d rather forget. Each and every person who has come into my life
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I have some very strong memories relating to summer, and on an early autumn jaunt for a day of climbing
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Writing is a wonderful way of processing my memories. Sorting them out like strands of spaghetti. And the more wonderfully wicked experiences I enjoy, the longer my writing list seems to become. Hey-ho, it’s a hard life.
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It’s Tuesday May 15th and today I’m sharing altogether TMI in response to the prompt questions about characters, character and
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I knew that Sir had been invited to a meeting nearby. H’ed arranged his trip around when K and I
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One of the stand out memories of my childhood is my brother pinning me down and using his teenage boy
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