Was it that faint loss of touch,
Or
The melodious voice which I loved so much,
I do,
Miss that person who promised to stand behind;
Yet
Left me alone, no matter how much I cried.
Was it that faint loss of touch,
Or
The melodious voice which I loved so much,
I do,
Miss that person who promised to stand behind;
Yet
Left me alone, no matter how much I cried.
Articulating Astronomy
Speculative fiction book reviews and more!
Booksπ
Reviewing beauty and DIY products..... :)
Take a chance and see where it takes you! β¨
An Anthropological viewpoint
Diana Senechal
Hungarian Grammar for Beginners
Writer
Man. Lover. Phoenix. And these colours are shades of "Me."
sweet and spicy romance books
a bit about everything
Write What You Love!
"π¨π π¨ππππ, ππ π©ππππ, ππ πΎπππππ, ππ πΎππππππ, ππ πππ πΌπππππππ, ππ πππ πΊπππ..."
Primatology and Purpose in the South of France
A journal of the Society for Applied Anthropology
Everyday Egypt
My Digital Collection of Dollhouse Experiences and Resources
Official Homepage of the SLA
A compilation of student work
The section of the American Anthropological Association committed to critical study of politics and law
Business Meets Anthropology
One day that one will show up. If not, a better one will.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are right ..Someone showed up. Actually it’s a story of the past, now there’s someone with me , whom I can hold on to forever
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh sweetest! Nothing but the best do I desire for you.
LikeLike
Thank you sooo much
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you soo much
LikeLiked by 1 person
My joy!
LikeLiked by 1 person
π
LikeLike