Lost souls that we are,
You steer our swayed wanderings,
from storms to sunshine.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
You steer our swayed wanderings,
from storms to sunshine.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Nature's Housekeeping
Some chores can wait. A passing shower, birdsong, and a quiet porch remind us that nature sometimes lends a gentle helping hand. Birdsongs f...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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