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Published: March 5th 2011
He stands at 5 foot tall (generous estimate) and I put him at perhaps 40 years of age. Multiple strands of beads hang from his neck, thin and wiry like the rest of his frail looking body. His scraggly facial hair looks disheveled yet kempt at the same time, framing a wrinkled face containing large eyes romantically described as deep like pools of… No, don’t fall for it. You read about men like...
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liliram
liliram
you're back!
Hi . I'm one of your subscribers, who for sometime thought you have abandoned us! I am glad you're back, and blogging away. But this piece sends shivers down my spine. You are brave. To take photos where you shouldn't, and to be where you had to physically slap away reaching arms and hands! But hey, you write beautifully and with all the details that I feel I was running behind your back as you made an escape!