white, pink, and brown // the quiet breeze of morning // lace hemming a white gown // playing the pianoforte // reading poetry // a quiet proposal // slow smiles // running barefoot through the field // i love you, most ardently
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sometimes i miss the child i used to be. yes, i was alone and yes, i was naïve, but i didn’t care. i didn’t care what others thought, wh... -
“c ount it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. ...
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