My Mary
Clad in sooty black leather, my Mary roared about the seaside village from the unripe age of sixteen. When she rode, her vanilla hair whipped
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Clad in sooty black leather, my Mary roared about the seaside village from the unripe age of sixteen. When she rode, her vanilla hair whipped
I knew the long hours doctors worked. When my brother told me he wanted to become one, I knew I wouldn’t see him much. I
Every Sunday afternoon, as a young boy, Father would take me out to the hills where we would set our boats to sail on the
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