Ripping yarns, beautiful lies and a few home truths.
That's what my dad used to call me.
Really? How interesting. I went on a big rave about the girl I am writing about, who was called Weed, then I deleted it and just posted Cathys painting. This child was stolen by sealers in 1825 and lived with them for a year before she was rescued.
That's what my dad used to call me.
ReplyDeleteReally? How interesting. I went on a big rave about the girl I am writing about, who was called Weed, then I deleted it and just posted Cathys painting. This child was stolen by sealers in 1825 and lived with them for a year before she was rescued.
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