Once it becomes dark out, the creatures on the night emerge. Then they try to get into my trash cans and knock them over. I thought I would share a face of darkness that only a mother could love.
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A face of darkness . . .Once it becomes dark out, the creatures on the night emerge. Then they try to get into my trash cans and knock them over. I thought I would share a face of darkness that only a mother could love. A face of darkness . . . Comments are closed. |
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