December 24, 2013 without warning, without warning, the quietest memories can sprout wings – in the middle of the afternoon, so suddenly aflutter – a minute, a heart, an eternity . 20131224:2154 y Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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