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RUNNING NAKED ALONG THE CLIFFS OF MOHER IN A THUNDERSTORM She ran on into the storm the last shreds of her designer clothes shrieking out to sea terrifying the gulls 'I'm free...I'm free! ' she screamed nakedly. The divorce papers(that had finally come through) tore themselves apart & flew...flew...to the four winds unfurling her fury (laced with lightnings) she conducted the storm in a fine frenzy. Nature's orchestra drawing her to this crescendo of self. 'Bloody tourists! ' bellowed the blustering one man & his dog.
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
RUNNING NAKED ALONG THE CLIFFS OF MOHER IN A THUNDERSTORM
RUNNING NAKED ALONG THE CLIFFS OF MOHER IN A THUNDERSTORM She ran on into the storm the last shreds of her designer clothes shrieking out to sea terrifying the gulls 'I'm free...I'm free! ' she screamed nakedly. The divorce papers(that had finally come through) tore themselves apart & flew...flew...to the four winds unfurling her fury (laced with lightnings) she conducted the storm in a fine frenzy. Nature's orchestra drawing her to this crescendo of self. 'Bloody tourists! ' bellowed the blustering one man & his dog.
donall-dempsey
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
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