"Taking care not to take love too seriously."
Writer of smart, fresh, contemporary romance and women's fiction.
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This is the deer that we swore wouldn’t last the winter. S/he could barely walk last fall, and yet here s/he is — eating the weeds right outside our window, barely four feet away. There’s a certain sense of triumph in that.
This is the deer that we swore wouldn’t last the winter. S/he could barely walk last fall, and yet here s/he is — eating the weeds right outside our window, barely four feet away. There’s a certain sense of triumph in that.
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