Books and Covers


The lone diva stood at the waving base clearly overlooking the runway, the yodel of her magnificent tune cascading through the serene evening ether in a thrill that melted the hearts of all who heard it. She was a blonde, the exclusive fine-touch of a master sculptor, her dumbfounding beauty beyond description. Continue reading “Books and Covers”

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