Caught The woods are asleep, all is immobile, and silent, under the searing heat. Well, not all. For the unforgiving eye is there, ensuring nothing escapes. For this is our fate: we have plundered and polluted our world, and, now, we will pay the price.
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The Edge ~ Céline, de cinq à sept
Diary of Céline Jeurève, February 12, 2048 Charles: how I miss him this maverick husband of mine, he who sends me those erotic little messages that never fail to affect me (in a sweet way)! He has to be away when I am getting more and more anxious - is this how I feel? - … Continue reading The Edge ~ Céline, de cinq à sept
