My vagina had gone missing on a Saturday. It was a clam pleasant Saturday with sunshine fading in through the windows of my cottage. the flowers bloomed, as they always did in spring, and the birds and butterflies were fluttering throughout the garden.
Though amongst the bright red roses and the wild daisies, that grew like a jungle, was my lost temple, the fruit of my loins, my very own...vagina.
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The day my vagina went for a wander around the garden
EspiritualOh dear, where did my vagina head off to? Is it in the garden?
