Shape.
Shape is a thing that comes to you, after you have grown. Breasts. Waist. Arms. Butt. It's a struggle between ...
The old woman was lying on the park bench underneath layers of musty old coats, pink v-sweaters (four) and thermal u...
The large shape of the medical building loomed on the horizon. Vic and I were survivors of a plague tring to get a va...
He led me to the spot and I gasped. "Alex...did you seriously build this?" "For us." He took my hand and I blushed so...
As I gazed across the lake at the empty gazebo, I realized I wanted to be there. To stand in the center, surrounded b...
The dock at his grandfather's pond always reminded him of Imladris, the land known as Rivendell in Tolkien's The Hobb...