I’m a winter-lover lady. A lady who does not live… does not read… does not breathe except in winter. I’m fascinated by the legislative storms… to the extent of madness! In the morning, coffee is my companion when I breathe you in it when I get invaded by the black rubble-aggregate, and it...
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