by Simone Beaudelaire
I cried. I got angry. I remembered things that had happened in my past that are better left unmentioned. While I was not abused as a child, the same can't be said about my adult life. The emotional and mental scars take a long time to fade and are difficult to bypass. It becomes difficult to lov...
Immerse yourself in this: The poetic charm of Victorian era London is all around us - immerse yourself in the burgeoning love between a kind and genuine cotton mill owner and a musically gifted damsel under the thumb of a brute.Beaudelaire confronts us with the hardships and inequities of old world ...
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