Yippy Skippy

I have a lunch date. With a human. A real, live, human being.

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A horse friend I haven’t seen in ages.





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…instead of this.  6836951590_b0ae362309_o







Finger Typing on Computer KeyboardBecause usually I am this…








Red-Shoes-bending-beauty…and this.







1614002_10151980611286156_1516364445_oBut today! Woohoo!


About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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