Bags of rubbish bask in the sun, awaiting collection; Tess sniffs the air, appreciating forbidden aromas; puddles of seawater lay where they were hurled overnight by storm tides.
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I am liking what I’ve read of River of Stones, Gerald. Something tells me it’s going to be tears before bedtime, though! Great going …
From me on my sickbed with orthopaedic pillow. Am hating all this bad health. Hope to be trooping with you and 100/100 very soon 🙂
I am liking what I’ve read of River of Stones, Gerald. Something tells me it’s going to be tears before bedtime, though! Great going …
From me on my sickbed with orthopaedic pillow. Am hating all this bad health. Hope to be trooping with you and 100/100 very soon 🙂