I Love to Write My Safe Spot When things just don't seem right, when I am in a world of fright, the water slowly fills the vessel, its steam fogging the mirrors. The near boiling liquid churning from the flow from the outlet. Almost reaching its full point,...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
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