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Journalist. Presenter. Writer. Servant to rescue dogs. Cornwall obsessive.
#writecbc Lemon thyme & tobacco.
A scent that coloured her world two hundred years ago.
The scar still bisected his eyebrow, her free hand drifted up to trace it - muscle memory cutting through shock and disbelief.
Jerking his head away, the man scowled. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
A scent that coloured her world two hundred years ago.
The scar still bisected his eyebrow, her free hand drifted up to trace it - muscle memory cutting through shock and disbelief.
Jerking his head away, the man scowled. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
June 6, 2025 at 8:16 AM
#writecbc Lemon thyme & tobacco.
A scent that coloured her world two hundred years ago.
The scar still bisected his eyebrow, her free hand drifted up to trace it - muscle memory cutting through shock and disbelief.
Jerking his head away, the man scowled. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’
A scent that coloured her world two hundred years ago.
The scar still bisected his eyebrow, her free hand drifted up to trace it - muscle memory cutting through shock and disbelief.
Jerking his head away, the man scowled. ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’