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Short Extracts: Soul Articulation

As though a raging wind were howling through the cracks within the walls…

Cravings and aches. Uncontrollable hunger…I live in torment.

The testosterone is high and the bourbon’s on standby.

An Immovable object. An unstoppable force. He retracts his teeth.

I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?

Musings and angst of a free spirited, tattooed female dividing time between the UK and New York.

Finding clever solutions* to tricky problems since forever

A safe haven for personal expression

Once a foster child, Always a foster child