Going to the temple is a waste of my time because Mother told me about the true goddess, Kali. Kali is a warrior and must wear a fearsome disguise. She is wild, beautiful and courageous. She will protect her daughters. I feel her fierce love.
Category: Fiction 8
The first time was after a day at the beach. She should have walked away right then. Now she can’t. It was a nice day, too. Walking down to the beach she and he were talking when some boys, beach bums, started heckling her.
Lilian not sure if she in purgatory or paradise. Every night, since the start ah the pandemic, a duppy breaking in she house and doing things to she body she never experience in she seventy years pan god earth.
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