Isabella followed Rad into the cabin. His mother stood beside a wood-burning stove, stirring a kettle. She smelled bread baking as well.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
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Isabella followed Rad into the cabin. His mother stood beside a wood-burning stove, stirring a kettle. She smelled bread baking as well.
Posted by Tempest Nightingale LeTrope at 9:23 PM
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