Summer Mist
The flowers came flowing and the people wrote her letters saying how lucky she was, how she was blessed to live and how her child would be the luckiest alive.
So imagine the look of horror on the people’s faces when she muttered – “I didn’t want to be saved. I never asked him to.”
So imagine the look of horror on the people’s faces when she muttered – “I didn’t want to be saved. I never asked him to.”
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Summer Mist
One of One