Rainy kisses...the Kougaress adores them upon her face...when the drops are warm and lushly wet...splashing kisses applied by the gusty winds as she travels down to her mailbox...a lovely small travel with autumn's yellowing-tan pastures on either side...with the high-banked pond, home of the froggies, now quiet with winter upon our doorstep...with trees, more and more naked of their leaves...and the color of leaves drifting, covering...in rust and brown-gold piles, future nourishment to Mother Earth...as each drop of rain is a precious nourishment, a blessing the rainy kisses so needed by our too-dry land...
The Kougaress is exceptionally fond of her home territory.
And she is in a bit of mind quandary, a thought spin of where and where not to submit her stories. Her prime t-bone concern, the readers. The beloved reader...for the Kougar's dream is to bring her stories to those who most want to read them, those who would value the stories in any manner beneficial to them, to their life and their spirit.
She wishes, fervently wishes her novels will now, and in our future, bring delicious abundant benefits to All -- including *purr-rumbling* moi -- the Kougaress is not shy in her enjoyment of prosperity, of all comforting luxuries. Even if she is not in need of a new faux fur coat for winter's chill winds.
Rainy kisses to all who are drought-stricken now...
Rainy kisses to all who simply adore them...
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