We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. February 21 / AntiJenX / 0 Comments 24.52 (the tempest, william shakespeare) a year of sundays Previous post Words can be worrisome, poeple complex, motives and manners unclear, grant her the wisdom to choose her path right, free from unkindness and fear. Next post Random Wednesday Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Δ
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