The leaders of the fashion herd love chewin’ the cud over some wheatgrass smoothies.
Light Pink, Black, White
Floating on a gossamer breeze, it was as if the poppy leaves were gently caressing the sky.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and nothing was going to snap her out of it.
When you go after honey, the great thing is not to let the bees know you’re coming.
The whole pack would assemble to give voice to the full moon.
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