Don't you just love the cowards in life that send anonymous hate mail that reads like a person with half their brain removed wrote it?!
Boyfriend number three (yeah... I skipped one... he was so short-lived I don't have any photos of him.All the photos I've posted have come from one shoe box).Senior Prom 1987 Yes that's my mother's butt... she's removing…
This is how I am.
I imagine Love. Love from the Source. I imagine it as a tangible thing... I prefer faerie dust but conjure it up in any way , rain, snow, sunshine, fragrant air. I imagine Universal Love raining d…
My husband....
The Vagina.
When a whole nation is roaring Patriotism at the top of its voice,I am fain to explore the cleanness of its hands and the purity of its heart.Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882), Journals, 1824 Photo credit
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