Lovely, thank you Darcy. The point of view, coupled with this pretty choirgirl’s raised eyes and pouting lips, suggest there may be another gentleman standing in front of her, perhaps preparing to offer holy succour. I imagine that the hymn may be ‘Come Thy Fount of Every Blessing’.
Lovely, thank you Darcy. The point of view, coupled with this pretty choirgirl’s raised eyes and pouting lips, suggest there may be another gentleman standing in front of her, perhaps preparing to offer holy succour. I imagine that the hymn may be ‘Come Thy Fount of Every Blessing’.
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