Day 3 of cycling for the first time in gawd knows how many years. My arse is bruised. My hooman jokes and says it’s my perineum – and NO, it is NOT. 1,469 more words
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Standing in front of the mirror,
The reflection does not change.
It’s all the same face.
She only lingers throughout the day,
Waiting for the night to reflect all desire. 88 more words