My Diary: The Soul Of A Goddess

A quiet day as the Easter Island family stood around like discarded thimbles.‭ ‬The floor was littered with lipstick and unread notes.‭ ‬Becky hung from a giant kite as she introduced her mother.‭ ‬I almost did a lot of things.

The Soul Of A Goddess

The Soul Of A Goddess

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