Shadows – by Véronique Béquin
You didn’t say a word about whether she knew that I was the eye behind the viewfinder.
Read More Shadows – by Véronique BéquinYou didn’t say a word about whether she knew that I was the eye behind the viewfinder.
Read More Shadows – by Véronique Béquindo you see yourself in the mirroror a different person entirely?do wide hips and a full chest look good to you on othersbut never on yourself?do you find yourself “accidentally”walking into the “wrong” bathroom?do you get strange looks when you name intereststhat are seen as “tomboyish?”do your eyes turn greenwhen you try to wear rose-tinted […]
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