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This is a short extract of a horror story that I plan to write. It starts by describing a dreary and apparently uninhabited area, which we soon discover to be not so deserted after all...
mental physical well being stress health twelve years dead or maybe a lifetime
By Grigor Mcgregor
Irene is living unhappily on her ranch alone, her bull purchased to improve bloodlines has no interest in mating cows and heifers and suddenly, out of the sky comes Hash to turn Irene's life around.
the agony and ecstasy of love love-making, set as music and words.
Poetry | Updated Dec 21, 2008 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 10 | Likes: 11