March 7, 2024
~ Eighth Place ~ Premiere Contest: An Old Form Sponsor: Emile Pinet
An escapade sweet as a marshmallow day when tangerine dreams fed our evergreen stream. Our magnet attraction neath radiant ray did butter the air where the breezes did teem in whirlwind through roses anointing the brae. Their scent, my surrender, romantic the scheme, exotic the fever and dance with a flame. Ah, rapture of capture! The wooer’s end game.
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2024
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