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But if you are going for a walk why do it alone why not share it with a cow if you do it right you might get a friendly face licking what...

Your bum is a most beautiful thing in sexy underwear but actually even more beautiful in no underwear at all

here where the sky is low freezing fog with damp in the air on the paths ice and snow the smells of burning wood come over small lights...

turn that light out I thought as I lay back in the sand and looked up at the glaring moon therapeutic madness ebbing and shuddering...

writing reams of poetry in her head on a Sunday morning lying in his bed It rains against the window a perfect lazy day she lies naked...