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Moonlight spilling silver on your double poster bed revealing ivory of your white shoulders under delicate lace and pale linen. Your soft hair is parted to reveal a tantalizing nape, […]
Moonlight spilling silver on your double poster bed revealing ivory of your white shoulders under delicate lace and pale linen. Your soft hair is parted to reveal a tantalizing nape, […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis