
Family
Hollywell House
The wind ripped through us. Sweet coffee warmed my throat. Elsie’s horn shivered on top of her unicorn cap. Sam surfed the wind on his
COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
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The wind ripped through us. Sweet coffee warmed my throat. Elsie’s horn shivered on top of her unicorn cap. Sam surfed the wind on his