Written on a quiet Sunday morning with the hum of the bedding swishing in the wash, the flickering flames of the fire and boisterous crows outside squabbling about something.
Written on a quiet Sunday morning with the hum of the bedding swishing in the wash, the flickering flames of the fire and boisterous crows outside squabbling about something.
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