Californicated romance writer, surfer girl addicted to the ocean, her pit-bull & cat. Pura Vida.
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By Miss E Wabout a year ago in Poets
She needed inspiration. Winter had piled its misery upon the state over and over; mounds of white that were better suited to the insides of a paper cone, joyfully topped with a sticky syrup of sugary reds, blues, greens, and purples, not left week after week to turn into the nastiest shades of dog poop brown.
By Miss E W3 years ago in Humans