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to you and me: wild flowers

What IS it that we share? Much beyond thai curry and a tendency to hurry, won’t you agree? Is it just kindergarten capers, my tears and your cheers? Or the adolescent years- fifteen year old wonders and acned fears? How … Continue reading

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Topless

The conversation was fagging and I was admiring the way her bold printed skirt clashed with her sober tee. As if on cue, she took off her grey tee, leaving me groping blindly about the possibilities. “This is how this┬áhalter-necked … Continue reading

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