y sister happily describes herself as a desert rose. It’s a cute moniker that rings true, so I’ve happily co-opted it. See, we grew up in the Mallee, in a town that is said to get more hours of sunshine per year than anywhere else. Forty-plus degree summers were the norm, and the sandy earth of the school playground was always warm – even in winter. It figures then
ICE, ICE, BABY
Jan 18, 2024
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