In The Apple Tree

Memories are made of these


It’s Like We Are All Children Of Each Other

It’s like we all children of each other. If we do not set boundaries, then the world will fall apart.



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An elephant run wild, drunk on rum, calls for a female without hope of being understood. What to do? It is not 1947 now.

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