Morning Sickness
 

Welded buttercups 'round 'er irises by the eyes of stars't will espy n carefully spawn concentric frays to echo the way I see her look out, like light from the lighthouse embolden my ship's cabin lanterns, turning the light within brighter still...
if only
for instants...

so how is the weather?????????????????????????????????????????

so who is preggers?

Excellent first post by Mahindra..if it's even a real person.