Foto Friday 172: Butterfly at the gate
butterfly at the gate sought permission to sip honey but it had no money Not that anyone asked. It just …
butterfly at the gate sought permission to sip honey but it had no money Not that anyone asked. It just …
they call me Rose, Crimson Rose I’m a swallow tail butterfly, look at me pose hear the oohs and ohs, …
When your medicines are interfering with your ability to stay awake, it is time to jump into bed and have …
Do not ponder any longer whether the grass is greener this side or yonder wherever (and whenever) you lavishly …
Ships, dhows, a lone gull on the wall The water so blue, the skies bluer Captured in a single frame, …
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