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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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The fairytale forests of white fresh snow, the sounds of joy as children delight in it. The cosy mornings tucked up in bed. Toasted crumpets and hot tea. mmmmmmmmm |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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In corners of the parks are lost,
Tiny meadows, soft with moss.
It's there the fayries dance away.
The time that's theirs,
Twixt night and day.
mmmm I am in romantic mode now. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"All seasons have their own sensuality, don't you think? xxx
They do. I still like the Autumn thing with the log fire, curtains pulled and a bit or rumpo on the rug by the fire  "
very "on--trend" right now  |
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By *ig bad OP Man
over a year ago
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"All seasons have their own sensuality, don't you think? xxx
They do. I still like the Autumn thing with the log fire, curtains pulled and a bit or rumpo on the rug by the fire
very "on--trend" right now "
I still smile though at the fire thing. My mum and dad had a log grate and i once heard a scream in the early hours. Apparently a bit of wood sparked cinders out of the fire onto my dads arse. |
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