The Talented Mr. Ripley

Once in a blue moon, the truth of shines through…

Didn’t even know this picture existed. Probably the best one of us.

The afternoon sweltered, sunshine eking into every corner and crevice to drain sweat from formerly-unopened pores. I climbed into my father’s burnt orange Dodge pickup truck and sank into the seat, thankful for the liberating ice-cold air shooting through the vents pointed at my face. Seatbelt buckled, my father and I’s daily ritual began.

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Chronicles of a Lostgirl is my home publication — it is the landing spot for all of my myriad of works that have no other homes.

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Sam Ripples

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Mistress of words and Truth.

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