She breathed in the crisp autumn air, hoping the loveliness of nature would somehow cleanse her soul and overshadow her sorrow.
— J.E.B. Spredemann
Amish by Accident
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She breathed in the crisp autumn air, hoping the loveliness of nature would somehow cleanse her soul and overshadow her sorrow.
— J.E.B. Spredemann
Amish by Accident
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved