I love observing the world, petting animals and looking at tiny things under microscopes.
Fiery patches of red and orange cloth hung in the trees, and the happy murmur of music and laughter bubbled through the forest. The crowd of friends and family lulled to a respectful silence as the bride paused on the blossom laden path.
By Marit Bastian3 years ago in Fiction
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