Smoo Cave in Durness, Scotland

Smoo Cave is on the edge of Durness on the north coast of Scotland. The cave is 200 feet x 150 feet x 50 feet high at the entrance and contains 3 sections. Inside the second section is a very dramatic and noisy waterfall, the Allt Smoo River, pouring through the cave. Standing inside this smaller part of the cave right next to the waterfall, you have to shout to be heard when talking. Sometimes boat trips are available that go back through the cave to the third section but when we were there, the river was flowing too much for a full tour of the cave. The waterfall is 80 feet high.

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View of the cave from outside.
 The cave is said to have served as a smugglers hideaway hundreds of years ago and also that illegal whisky was distilled in the deepest part of the cave. One story says after 1745 government revenuers were sent in to stop the illegal distilling of whisky and arrest those responsible. They hired Donald MacKay who lived nearby to take them into the deepest part of the cave so they might find the stills. The river happened to be in high flood at the time and MacKay is said to have steered the boat into the waterfall so it would capsize. He was a strong swimmer and swam to safety. The revenuers were not so lucky and one of their bodies was never found. It is said he still haunts this part of the cave.
View of the inlet or Geodha from the front of Smoo Cave. It appears this was at low tide.
The Caves were also used often during the Norse Era and the name Smoo is probably of Norse origin, from the word Smugh which means rift, cleft or cave. Boats were repaired here throughout history. The Geodha provided a natural protected harbor.
In 1992, a midden--a domestic prehistoric refuse heap--was discovered and excavated at the entrance to the cave (above). It contained many discarded shells. Early inhabitants of the cave had eaten a lot of shellfish. The top of the midden was dated to the Iron Age and the deeper layers were much older, dating back to the Mesolithic Era. They believe these people were the earliest human inhabitants of the Highlands.
View from above the cave, looking down the Geodha. It is believed that more of the gorge was covered over long ago and was part of the cave, but it gradually collapsed over time.
A long set of steps leads down to the cave.

Wildlife is abundant here, especially birds.
Ruins of a block hut built by an 18th century Orkney merchant. He used the cave as a store and built Smoo Lodge.

Wildflowers at the base of the ruin.

Another view looking down over the inlet and entrance to the cave. You must cross this small footbidge to access the entrance.
Thank you for visiting Smoo Cave with me!!

In writing news, My Notorious Highlander won an award! It's the Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence. Here is my trophy! I love it!!

My Notorious Highlander: Chief Torrin MacLeod vows to possess and wed the spirited lady who stole his heart the previous winter. But Lady Jessie MacKay wants naught to do with the dangerous warrior, no matter how devilishly handsome and charming he is. When Torrin arrives unexpectedly at Jessie's home, along with Gregor MacBain, a man Jessie was formerly handfasted to, she is thrown off-kilter. She never wanted to see either man again, but now they are vying for her hand. Torrin promises to protect her from the devious MacBain, but how can she trust Torrin when she has witnessed how lethal he is?

The more time Torrin spends with the strong and independent Jessie, the more determined he is to win her heart. Once she allows him a kiss, he feels her passion flame as hot as his own. After she knows Torrin better, Jessie finds herself falling for the fearsome Highlander. But the odds are stacked against them. The sinister MacBain is bent on kidnapping Jessie, making her his bride and killing Torrin, while Jessie's conniving younger brother, Haldane, is determined to use Jessie to take over the castle in his older brother's absence. Jessie fears she can never be with the man she loves, while Torrin will do everything in his power to ensure they are together forever. In his heart, she is the only lady for him.  


Thanks!!
Vonda


Love Is... Cover Reveal!
On August fifth, the LOVE IS… anthology will release at e-tailers near you! A collection of 300,000 words, and more than 40 authors, covering all heat ranges and genres, there’s something in here to appeal to everyone. And all of the proceeds are going to charity — specifically, to:

Reach out and Read which prepares America’s youngest children to succeed in school by partnering with doctors to prescribe books and encourage families to read together.

Today, we are celebrating with a cover reveal for the anthology webring style. Participating authors are revealing the anthology cover, and ALSO sharing their individual story covers. (Individual stories may be released on their own at a later date.)

Anyone who comments on each of the blogs (listed here, at http://www.daynahart.com/coverlist) will be entered to win a copy of the anthology when it’s released. And one commentor here at my blog will ALSO be entered. So please, when you’re done looking at the covers here, click the link for the next author’s blog, or continue to The List to find more authors to visit. Thanks!

So, here they are:

LOVE IS:

a collection of more than 40 authors and 300,000 words.


And my own contribution to Love Is...

HER ROYAL RENDEZVOUS - a Her Royal Romance story.


Love is…
reunited lovers risking their hearts for a second chance.

Two years ago, Liliana Gullotti broke off her engagement to Tony Barone, head of royal security, because his job took over his life and left no time for her. But when she sees him at the prince’s wedding reception, she knows she’s never gotten over him. And she agrees to meet him at their old rendezvous spot one last time.

Tony never stopped loving Lil, but has honored her request to stay away from her. But once she approaches him at her cousin’s wedding, all bets are off. He’ll do whatever he can to show her she means the world to him. And that a single rendezvous will never be enough.

Please also feel free to visit our Facebook page, where covers will be posted throughout the day!

Anyone who comments on each of the cover reveals (listed here: http://daynahart.com/coverlist) is entered to win AN EBOOK COPY of the anthology a little earlier than it’s official release date of August 6th. (entrants must be 18 or over, void where prohibited by law, etc. etc.)

AND Please click on her name to see the next stop on the cover reveal blog tour, Dayna Hart!
Scotland's Mythological (Or Are They?) Creatures: Morag of Loch Morar
Many people, including myself, find there are places in Scotland which possess a certain supernatural feeling, which is why it doesn't surprise me in the least that Scotland has so many mythological creatures in its history.

                                                   Morag of Loch Morar

Morag is a loch monster said to live in Loch Morar,  near Lochaber, Highland, Scotland. Second to Nessie, it is among the best known of Scotland's legendary monsters. The loch is the fifth largest in Scotland, with a surface area of 10.3 square miles, and a maximum dept of 1017 feet. The name "Morag" is a pun on the name of the Loch, and of the Scottish female name, "Morag". Sightings date back to 1887, and include some 34 incidents as of 1981. Sixteen of these involved multiple witnesses. In 1948 "a peculiar serpent-like creature about 20 ft long" was reported by nine people in a boat, in the same place as the 1887 sighting. The best known encounter, in 1969, featured two men, Duncan McDonnel and William Simpson, who accidentally struck the creature with their speedboat, prompting it to hit back. McDonnel retaliated with an oar, and Simpson opened fire with his rifle, whereupon it sank slowly out of sight. They described it as being brown, 25-30 feet long, and with rough skin. It had three humps rising 18 inches above the loch's surface, and a head a foot wide, held 18 inches out of the water.
Two photographs, taken in 1977 by Miss M. Lindsay, show an object in the loch which is claimed to be Morag. The object appears to have moved several yards from one picture to the other. The first picture shows a round back, while the second picture seems to show two humps.
The Loch Ness Investigation Bureau expanded its search to include Loch Morar in February 1970. Expeditions  were done in 1970, 1971, 1972, 1975 and 1976  to prove or find the monster, but no evidence of such a creature was ever found.

Carmichael Wilson had visited Loch Morar around 1902 and took notes on local stories. Three stories about Morag appear in his own texts from over 100 years ago.

1:
" Morag is always seen before a death and before a drowning especially before the death of the proprietor.
When Iain Ruadh was drowned she was seen by Coll MacColl a native of Tiree.
She was seen about six years ago before a man was drowned. Eoghan Dughallach saw the Morag several times in his long life.
The Morag came to a man in Gleann Loch an aineach and spoke to him. "
2:
"There is a creature in Lochmorar and she is called Morag. She is never seen save when one of the daoine duchasach – of the hereditary people of the place dies. The last time she was seen was when Aonas na Traigh, Aeneas Macdonnell, died in 1898.
The Morag is peculiar to Loch Morar. She is seen in broad daylight and by many persons – including church persons – parsons.
She appears in a cnap dubh – a black heap or ball slowing and deliberately rising in the water and moving along like a boat water logged.
The Morag is much disliked and is called by many uncomplimentary terms – Morag dhubh – black Morag – morally not physically – Morag Odhar – dun Morag. Morag dhuibhre – dusky Morag. Morag Ghranda – ugly Morag.
As sure as Morag is seen as surely a heredient dies immediately thereafter. She is not seen when one of the common people dies but is always seen when one of the heredients dies - One of the native chiefs or relatives of one of the native chiefs. The last time Morag was seen was immediately before the death of Aonas of Traigh in 1898.
Eoghan Dughallach Beoraid bheag – Beoraid Mhic Shimi – firmly believed in the Morag and gave many vivid descriptions of its appearance and occurrence."
3:
The Morag dwells in Loch Morar. She gives her name to the lake and still appears when any of the old Macdonalds of Morar die. Like the other water deities she is half human half fish. The lower portions of her body is in the form of a grilse and the upper in the form of a small woman of highly developed breasts with long flowing yellow hair falling down her snow white back and breast. She is represented as being fair, beautiful and very timid and never seen save when one of the Morar family dies or when the clan falls in battle.
Then she is seen rushing about with great speed and is heard wailing in great distress bemoaning and weeping the loss of the House of Morar laid desolate. The Morag has often brought out of their houses at night the people living along the shores of the lake and in the neighbourhood of her haunts causing much anxiety to the men and much sore weeping to the women. When the Morag was heard weeping and wailing the most thoughtless became serious and the most obdurate became subdued.
Old Macdougall, crofter, Mallaig Bheag said that the horn of the steamer, the shriek of the train and the crank of the rifle were inimical to the Morag giving no peace no rest no repose to bird or beast or fish day or night driving them all from their habitats to their secret hiding places in the recesses of sea and lake and mountain.
Macdougall described the Morag her form and face her hair and breasts her weeping and waling her rushing to and fro on the water with force and reality that carried conviction! The writer caught himself several times giving furtive glances away from his book to the calm bosom of Loch Morar in the late autumn eve.”
Hope you enjoyed reading about Morag of Loch Morar!
Gwyn
An Interview with K. K. Weil and At This Stage
At This Stage by K. K. Weil



Today I'm excited to introduce my fellow author K. K. Weil (@kk_weil), who will be giving away one free copy of her new adult crossover romance, At This Stage, to the commenter of the day. The lucky person's name will be drawn from those who comment on this interview, and the winner will be notified by Saturday.

K. K. grew up in Queens, a subway ride from New York’s theater district, which had her hooked early on a mix of major musicals and low-budget one-man shows. Weil, a graduate of N.Y.U. and former teacher, now enjoys writing her own dramas. She lives near the beach in New Jersey, where she is at work on her second novel.

Q:  Welcome, K. K.! We delighted to have you here today. Please tell us about your latest release. Do you have a review and excerpt you could share with us?
A: At This Stage is a story about two people who were unexpectedly thrown together and developed a bond neither one was looking for.


The attractive man sleeping on her couch was never like a father to her. That would’ve been much easier…
Outspoken seventeen-year-old Kaitlyn Fowler loses her mother, gets taken in by a gorgeous family friend, and discovers her mysterious biological father has always known she existed. All within a few months.
At twenty-three, Jackson Wall lives without a single obligation. That is, until the daughter of his late public relations manager and dear friend is threatened with foster care. Shocking even himself, the rising playwright volunteers to become her guardian. Eloquent and incredibly talented, Kaitlyn comes to mean more to Jackson than he ever imagined. Or wanted. Jackson struggles with their friendship as it develops into something much more complex. While Kaitlyn can’t deny her feelings, she knows what will happen if she pushes him too far. As they search for Kaitlyn’s unknown father, she wonders if Jackson will reject her, too, or if she can convince him that something wrong to begin with can become right over time.

One 5-star Amazon review by Mary describes At This Stage this way…
What a great story! I devoured this book in about 2 days and enjoyed every minute of it. It's a perfect summer read -- it balances young love with a weightiness that makes you feel deeply invested in the lives of the characters. The protagonist's voice so perfectly captures the spirit and nature of an 18-year old girl, that any one who has lived through this trying and difficult period of development cannot only relate, but will be left rooting unconditionally for her to find her way through to the other side of her dark period. Highly recommended! Enjoy!!

EXCERPT:
Jackson
            I’m not getting out of bed. I refuse. I don’t often indulge this way in self-pity. In fact, I almost never do. But today,damn it, today I’m giving myself the whole day to stay in bed, eat crappy food and feel sorry for myself.
            I had no clue today would turn into Self-Pity Monday. Thought today would be like any other day. Get up, eat, work out a little, take a shower. Generally uneventful.
            But as soon as I turned on my computer and saw it, I knew otherwise.
Where Has Jackson Wall Gone?
            That’s how the review began.
         Lost in the Afternoon opened tonight, written and produced by Jackson Wall. Wall, who has often been referred to in the underground Off-Off-Broadway world as the Heart Slayer, fell flat with this one. Not only has this story line been done at least a million times before, but there was not a single character in this play who made a connection with the audience. The dialog was dull, the plot weak and the general tone of the play was nothing short of sleepy. The only saving grace was the beautiful Amanda Taylor, the female lead. Even if Wall didn’t give her anything interesting to say, at least she’s good to look at.
            This play did not feel at all like any of Wall’s other plays. It’s as if the writer has disappeared and replaced his work with a subpar version of itself. Fans of Wall are advised to skip this one and await the return of the true Slayer himself, who, hopefully, will rear his tortured head the next time around.
           Panned. Panned by every critic in New York City. I read them all. More than once. Every review said the same thing. They used words I never thought would refer to me. Lackluster, trite, boring, hackneyed. They asked if I was washed up, if I’d peaked at an early age and needed to retire.
          I sleep most of the morning and around one, I indulge in a few beers.
          Around 5:00, there’s a knock at my door. It must be Cole. He texted me earlier after he read one of the reviews. I ignore the knock and turn on the TV. Another knock, louder this time. More insistent. I ignore it until it’s loud enough that I want to put my fist through the door. I storm over to the door, swing it open and yell, “I told you I’m not going out!”
            “I figured that,” Kaitlyn says calmly. “That’s why I brought dinner in.” She walks past me, take-out bags in her arms.
            I sigh. Part of me can’t believe she’s here, but the other part doesn’t even want to see her. I don’t want to see anyone. Pity on their faces. But I can never be mad at Kaitlyn.
            “I got ribs and mashed potatoes. They always feel like comfort food to me.” She pays no attention to the fact that I haven’t gotten dressed today, or that I smell like a brewery and it’s only 5:00.
           She doesn’t mention that she walked out of my life.
            “I’m not hungry,” I say weakly.
            “You are. You just can’t feel it behind all the self-loathing,” she says, deadpan. “Sit.” She motions to the other seat. I do what she tells me because I don’t have the energy to argue. She makes me a plate and puts it in front of me. “Eat. Then we can talk.” She starts gnawing on a rib.
            I look at my food but don’t touch it. We sit for a few minutes in silence, Kaitlyn devouring her dinner, me staring at mine.
            “Jackson,” she says finally. “You need to eat something. You look like crap and I’ll bet you haven’t eaten all day, aside from your liquid lunch.” She tilts her head toward the empty beer bottles on the table.
            I stare at her. At her huge blue eyes that sparkle like stars when she’s happy. Right now they look cloudy and ominous. She’s worried about me. Her words may not tell me but her eyes do.
            “It sucked,” I say to her flatly.
            “Then why did you do it?” It’s her confirmation she knows it was terrible too, and I’m relieved she’s not pretending it was good. But she can’t understand why I’d let such an awful show open in my name.
            I lock my hands on my head and stare up at the ceiling. I let out what I mean to be a deep breath, but it comes out as more of a tortured groan. “I needed to write something. I needed to get past…” You, the emptiness I feel because of you, the way I’m tormented all the time now because I can’t be with you. “My writer’s block. I thought if I just pushed something out, everything would be okay.”
            She stares at me for a minute, then scoots off her stool and walks behind me. She puts her arms around me and clasps her hands together at my chest. She rests her forehead between my shoulder blades and sighs, “I’m sorry.”
            I breathe deeply but she doesn’t let go. Her arms remain tightly folded around my rising and falling chest. I close my eyes as she holds me and think even with all the terrible reviews and critiques, this might be the thing that breaks me.

Q: What inspired this story?
A: I’m usually inspired by conversations I have with people. Thought-provoking questions without any right or wrong answers have always interested me. The topic of conversation one day was impossible relationships. Long after the conversation was over, I found myself wondering what would happen if two people were thrust into a situation where it was inappropriate for them to be together. And could something happen over time that would change their circumstance and make the relationship okay after all? Thus, the inspiration for At This Stage.

Q: How did your story’s setting impact your plot or characters?
A: I knew from the beginning that I wanted Jackson to have some connection to the art world so he could guide Kaitlyn towards her passion for drawing. With Jackson as a playwright and Kaitlyn as a budding artist, New York was the perfect setting, with its museums, galleries and great food.

Q: Which of your characters is most like you? Least like you? And why?
A: I’m definitely nothing like Kaitlyn. I was very shy when I was her age and would never have said or done the things she does. Even now, though I’ve outgrown a lot of my shyness, I’m not nearly as bold as she is. I’m not really like Jackson either. Strangely enough, I think I’m most like Griffin, a character I didn’t initially intend to be in the book. The more I wrote about him, the more I connected with him. So much so that I’m now in the process of giving him his own book.

Q: How do you choose names for your characters?
A: When I began picking names for At This Stage, I dug through my memory bank to find names that my husband and I wanted to choose for our children, but that never made it to the finish line. Jackson was the easiest. We both loved that one, but I had vetoed it because there were already too many derivatives of it in our families. For Kaitlyn, I knew I wanted a name I thought was strong, both in the full version of her name and her nickname. Many of the others were names we’d considered, too, with some alterations along the way.

Q: Did you choose the title of your book and if so how did you do it?
A: I actually had another title in mind all the way through my first draft. It was The Unlikely Guardian. But when I googled it to make sure it didn’t already exist, I saw that a bunch of books with the word guardian in the titles were recently published. So my husband and I started brainstorming. I liked the idea of the title being a play on words. So when we came up with At This Stage, which referred not only to Jackson’s career, but to their relationship as it grew, and even to Kaitlyn’s age progression, I knew it was the one.

Q: Where is your favorite place in the world?
A: I am definitely a city girl. I love Manhattan and everything to do with it. But I love being on just about any beach, too. I also have to throw in that after visiting Barcelona, Spain, years ago, I considered moving there for a split second. So that’s one of my favorites, too.

Q: Please tell us about your favorite character in the book.
A: I love Jackson. He’s definitely flawed and doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing with Kaitlyn much of the time. But he cares deeply about the people closest to him and always tries to do what he thinks is right, even if he gets tripped up every now and then.

Q: Which element of story creation is your favorite?
A: Right now I’d have to say point of view. I really enjoy experimenting with two people seeing the same situation completely differently and getting into the minds of both main characters. When I first started the book, I was only writing from Kaitlyn’s perspective. But as I got deeper into the story, I really wanted to experience how Jackson was feeling, giving up life as he knew it for this girl. So I began writing with a dual point of view and I found it a lot more fun. It also gave me a much richer understanding of Jackson than I had before.

Q: Which element of this story was the hardest for you?
A: It was definitely the development of Jackson’s brother, Danny. I wanted to make sure I depicted him the way I imagined him. Warm, loving, and as Jackson says, “awesome.” I also wanted to show how Jackson’s devotion to his brother influenced Jackson’s decisions. It was part of why he took Kaitlyn in to begin with and a big part of his writing. I even felt like Jackson was sort of testing Kaitlyn to see how she reacted to Danny. Luckily, she passed with flying colors.

Q: What is your writing process or method?
A: I’m definitely a pantser. In fact, at first, I don’t even start at the beginning of the story. I write down (yes, write - old school - with a pen and notebook) random scenes, out of order, as they pop into my head. Then, after I’ve compiled a bunch of them, I sit at the computer and start from the beginning. A lot of the notes get thrown away, but they give me an idea of where I want to go and who my characters will be.

Q: Thanks so much for sharing your insights with us, K. K. One final question: What’s next for you?
A: Well, as I mentioned earlier, I really felt connected to Griffin while I was writing this book. I became very curious about what made him tick. So now I’m writing Griffin’s story. Knowing his back story, about his family, what got him into sculpting to begin with and why he’s so brooding, makes me love him even more.
Countdown to The Cottage Next Door
Two months seems like a long time when you're waiting for a release, but this is summer, where I swear I have something going on almost every weekend and before long I won't be able to fit anything else in before summer is over. And then it will be September and WOW it will be release day for my second-chance-at-love beach romance, The Cottage Next Door.

Also, starting next week, I'll be heavy into promoting the charity anthology I've contributed to. The release date for Love Is... is Aug 5th and that will be here before we know it! Heads up - next Mon, Jul 21st will be cover reveal day - both for the anthology, and for my story, Her Royal Rendezvous. So check back next week for a peek at the awesome covers, and an excerpt from my Her Royal Romance short story. (In the meantime, we now have a Facebook page, you can "like" to get updates https://www.facebook.com/LoveisRomanceAnthology)

But for now - how about a little teaser to whet your appetite for The Cottage Next Door? I love my tortured hero and the heroine who brings him back to life.

Blurb:

It’s tough to grasp a second chance at love when you’re holding on to the past.

After his wife died in a car accident, bestselling author Hunter McCaffrey stopped writing—and stopped living. He’s rented a beachfront cottage to try to get his head on straight, and start the long climb up from his pit of despair.

Instead of pounding out a first draft, though, he runs the beach, drinks away his pain, and tries to ignore the vibrant woman in the cottage tucked next to his.

Still floundering months after the loss of her adventure-junkie husband, Sylvie Chase hopes some beach relaxation will help her decide what to do with the rest of her life. Instead she’s wondering what to do about her unexpected attraction to Hunter, who makes her body long for the feel of his arms around her.

As Sylvie drags Hunter back to the land of the living, soon they’re agreeing to a short fling. Just to get past their sorrow, not because it means anything. But when emotions get in the way, it’s a struggle to leave the past behind and dare to love again.


Warning: This story has plenty of sun and sand, with an energetic golden retriever thrown into the mix. Prepare to laugh and cry and cheer for two people who deserve a second chance at love.



Excerpt:

“Can’t sleep?”

Sylvie started. Hunter’s disembodied voice sounded loud in the darkness. She couldn’t see a thing on the deck next door, but had to assume he was sitting in his usual deck chair. Had he heard her moan?

Her heartbeat slowed back down to normal. “No.” She held her breath, waiting for him to swear and stomp into the cottage for intruding on his want-to-be-alone time. Or make a sarcastic comment about what she’d been doing when she thought no one was there.

“This is my favorite time at the beach,” he said, surprising her with his deep, pleasant tone.

“Because you can’t see the hundreds of people around you?”

His soft chuckle surprised her even more. He was quiet for a moment, then said, “Partly. But there’s something about the ocean at night. Do you hear it? Right now, this isn’t the fun-loving shore where kids splash and make sandcastles. It’s more primitive.” He was silent for a moment, and Sylvie got caught up in the roar of the waves as they crashed onto the beach. The sound pulled at her, called to her.

“Think of the hundreds of thousands of years the ocean has been pounding the sand,” he went on. “Eating away at the land, reclaiming it. Taking it back into the bowels of the deep.”

Her body heated more, even with the cooling breeze. His voice rolled over her, as powerful as the tug of the waves. She’d known there had to be more to him than that angry, bitter man she’d seen so far.

“Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust? Ocean to ocean?” she asked softly.

The waves pummeled the shore for several long moments before he replied, “Something like that.”

The words she’d been thinking slipped out easier in the darkness. “I’m sure she would want you to be happy.”

“What do you know?” he snapped, but Sylvie thought his voice contained more hurt than anger.

“I know what it’s like to roll over in the middle of the night and still be surprised to find the other side of the bed empty.”

“It’s like a kick in the gut every time.”

“Yeah.” She wrapped her arms around her knees. “I still save up things I want to tell him about my day…”

“And then remember she’s not there to share those things with anymore.”

“I have to look at pictures to remember what he looked like when he was healthy and fit and eager for the next adventure.”

“I can’t remember what she smelled like anymore.” Hunter’s voice cracked. “She had this soft scent like powder and flowers and I don’t know what, but I used to be able to smell it everywhere in our apartment. It’s gone now too.”

She nodded even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “I used to sleep with one of Matt’s shirts and I cried all day when I realized his scent was gone.” Sylvie was pleased she could say that without getting tears in her eyes. Maybe she’d finally reached acceptance.


The Cottage Next Door will release on Sept 16th. You can pre-order it now if you don't want to forget. :)

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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