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time doesn't always heal: it just breathes and swallows memories like the seasons change - sending showers; beating flowers into the mud. and nothing is forever in this place. nothing but the way my heart fits in your hands; the held breath of hope; and the sweet lingering taste of grace. ("how blessed we are for crying now, for we will laugh someday…and how.") soundslikesunday 11 days till my sD anniversary
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how many babies does it take to paint a house?

as many as you can throw
fo sho
julia. i saw you last night.

lux. new diary
[Anonymous]
what you have to say is beautiful.. keep an open mind and you will be alright.
Bethany
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