Otherwise the night is too dark. She is my slave goddess. It is something of a paradox. For some it is difficult to reconcile. Her body is mine, to instruct, to enjoy, to discipline, to pleasure, to torture, to tease, to arouse, to undress, to direct. To use as I please. Sexually she us completely under my control. I have no idea of the reasons or circumstance behind the statue in the photograph. A goddess and a slave.

I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer. We collect my mum from the care home, take her shopping, and then have afternoon tea together with my sister. The roses looked absolutely stunning and incredibly resplendent; a pink and coral burst of colourful hues. We spend time in reflective silence, just thinking about you. You were taken far too soon, and none of us was ready.

A Child Was Washed Ashore Dead. A path through the shrine woods. A story I wrote in the sky. Dreamy sound of rain in June. Focused on the soft sound of rain. I was once sweet seven-teen. Let God be the judge of all things. Out for an evening walk. The soundless music of night. Too early for the lotus. 70 Years Ago, the War Ended.

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The life of Ralph, Natascha and our cats. Natascha and I are still NOT married! We are waiting for my documents to be returned, rubber stamped as genuine, from the British Government in the UK. Then we can get married! Everything is taking so long and costing us a FORTUNE! Update of the update.

Mindfulness, relaxation, thought provoking images and poems. Tiny lanterns of sunlight, sway all around us, in a sea of white and green. A subtle sweetness drifts in the soft breeze as the snowdrops are drawn sunwards in a wave of pure joy. Delighted to see the light once more after a winter held in the dark earth, we can almost see them opening with yearning before our eyes. The Goddess of Winter Mist. In one last gasp, the sun drew a line of gold across the face of the.

The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself. If calm were a color, it would rest on the leaves of autumn, like a gold spectacle. Then she would come, bearing her blessings, wearing a crown like frost settling. Like grass bending, bowing under her heel, naked as all life becomes real. The wind may be beautiful my dear.

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