The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Photoblog: Guilty Pleasure

I confess: I have a guilty pleasure.
I cook bacon.
On my grill.
At sunrise.
On Sunday mornings.


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