Hotah/Bright #writephoto

I follow him into the wood, my brave warrior. My heart is racing as I stumble between the trees which seem to clear a path to where he is. I find him at our tree, wearing a breechcloth. My breath is fast and unsteady but it's not from the exercise.  It's the sight of his …

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Anna/Rift #writephoto

"Mama, I'm going for a walk." "But, my Dear, Mr. Foster shall be calling on you at precisely three o' clock." Anna stared at her mother.  "Oh, I forgot that he was coming." "You would do well not to slight a man of Mr. Foster's constitution.  I'm sure you're not impervious to his singular affection …

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