Reflections
Reflections Aisling Rogers It is getting dark. The young woman walks into a bar. She orders a drink. The man serving her looks up. She
March 21, 2017
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Reflections Aisling Rogers It is getting dark. The young woman walks into a bar. She orders a drink. The man serving her looks up. She
There was once a bird who was different to all the others. His name was Dirb. He had lovely, multicoloured feathers and was forever preening