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On February 16, 2009 by ollantaytambo. I will burn my words, and hopefully my fear, for you. On February 16, 2009 by ollantaytambo. My dear Black Bess,. I do hope you are well, Bess. I am sure I will see you on my return from the war. On January 30, 2009 by ollantaytambo. With dry eyes and a cold heart. In the depths of this smoky age.

On March 10, 2009 by Francis. I had not travelled far. It seemed I had barely moved, the fields passing either side of me a barely changing tableau. My aching soles told me I was not stuck in stasis and had travelled a not insignificant route already. London remained a mere decoration upon the horizon. My walking continued monotonously, a gradual slowing that of unwinding clockwork. On March 2, 2009 by Francis. Discussed with a moth by lamplight. On February 20, 2009 by Francis.

On February 14, 2009 by Rhiannon. Write me a library of love letters. Fill my vases with roses and vines. Buy me a closet of negligees. Stuff me with chocolates and fine wines. Promise me more, as you promised you would,. No invisible ink, to decay and dust,. On January 29, 2009 by Rhiannon. He whispered in my ear. And now I am bewitched.

On March 19, 2009 by apricotdreams. On March 2, 2009 by apricotdreams. On March 1, 2009 by apricotdreams. On January 28, 2009 by missvioletedwards. I wonder, has anyone read Agnes Grey. I wish however, that Agnes was correct in her assertion that If the mind be well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior. Every day I see women who are shallow, vain, and dull, become brides while.