elsie child

Its rained non-stop all week.Rain, the Irish curse.Its cold with dark nights too.How I hate the blackness of it all.Winter just sneaks up when one is not expecting him and hits one right slap on the face. Well, I have the most perfect excuse to cuddle up to the fireside and that I am.

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By Deerlings & Ghostthings


Ladybeard by Claire Owens


By Audrey Kawasai