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| She thought about what she loved. She realised that some of the loveliest things are the simple things. Like flowers and candles. But she also realised that she loved warm gentle beautiful words. The tiny bright points of light in the dullness of an ordinary day. She loved them by herself but she especially loved them when they were shared. |
Monday, 15 April 2013
The Quiet Heart...
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