My singing was awful. Didn't matter as the audience were drunk, I could see Lorna sticking her tongue down John's thr...
The lights dimmed. Mary-Rose, in her black-and-white jail-striped dress entered the stage from the left. My left, not...
She sang. Her beautiful voice rang out through the dense smoke in the room, pushing out into the ears, minds and hear...
The maple leaves will change and fall with a certain grace – November will begin.
#hashtag condo livin. Last year i bought a tiny orange tree to spruce up my tiny patio. #condolife. Over the many m...
The colors bleed into brown, red to rust, green to yellow. The maple leaves will change and fall with a certain grac...
then the cold A wet cold that moves through you that clings to your insides A cold that whispers soft and true _You ...