Statues and their stories
Mary Murphy August 17, 2012
I’ve a strange fascination with statues. I’ve been known to talk to them and always listen to what they have to say. That’s probably more
I’ve a strange fascination with statues. I’ve been known to talk to them and always listen to what they have to say. That’s probably more
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