-so I watched the leaves fall all of the way to the ground, and i knew that that was what love is to die so that it could be found- 'if she gets much prettier we might just have to kill her'
Im finding that whatever there is to be thankful for, each ful is pure evidence of the abundant manner in which God expresses his love for his creation.
Black coffee goes tremendously with orwell.
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