CL Bledsoe: Hunting Bigfoot
I expected an overcast sky, perfect
for hiding. Maybe you were
wearing one of those sundresses
that stop my breath.
December 9, 2025 · 4 Comments
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I expected an overcast sky, perfect
for hiding. Maybe you were
wearing one of those sundresses
that stop my breath.