Timber! Town Flooded. Beaver ran away.
Timber! Town Flooded. Beaver ran away.
she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Poetry • Medicine • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
one thousand words are not enough
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
journal
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life, and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants it's all about the books we read
she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Poetry • Medicine • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
one thousand words are not enough
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
journal
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life, and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants it's all about the books we read
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 
“Grind. Gnaw, grind. Homeless Beaver, Damn!
(it’s the best I could do!)
Good enough..you could have picked a different subject…that was just what I picked…:)
Duh!