Timber! Town Flooded. Beaver ran away.
A Wheel of Time Community
Health • Inspiration • 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
Tigers not daughters
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
mother alien 👽
A cozy cottage for writers and book lovers
A Wheel of Time Community
Health • Inspiration • 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
Tigers not daughters
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
mother alien 👽
A cozy cottage for writers and book lovers
“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!