Mori Monologues – The truth of Letting go
Every conversation we have now, my Love, makes me cry, and every single time I come to that old broken home we used to live…
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Every conversation we have now, my Love, makes me cry, and every single time I come to that old broken home we used to live…
It was July – Stranded stood at the beach, drinking a cocktail and checking her phone when she was not in the water. A message…
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