Phtos and somethings I wrote
I had one and half hours walk, around half past four, alone with the setting of the Sun. She is always good fun! ‘’I beg mercy ‘’ hollered the Pure Light Of Day ‘’ for poor Pre and Artful Judgmental.’ ‘’Let them eat their own scales’’ whispered The Pitch Black Of Night! ‘’Freedom is colourful, is it not’’ spoke Soft Blow of the ever changing winds Father Time let out a loud fake snore, knowing old friend Evolution would knock o n this particular door ‘’ On lengthy examination, plus acute... Sign in to see full entry.