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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.R.
she's precocious / and she knows just what it takes / to make the pros blush
The Mr. & Mrs.
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
you can stand under my umbrella
the light is on for you
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
Pray For Kate McRae
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I Believe In Nationwide Health Care
E Pluribus Unum ( Out of Many, One )
"I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings." - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Love it!
Magical. Completely and utterly magical.
How cozy, romantic and wonderful!
That is such a beautiful fort :). How fun and sweet.
SUPER COOL tent! :-) Love it! xx Emily of EL Vintage
Magical!! Wow, what a lovely space. And must have been fun to create!!
x
Caroline
Oh the comfort of a childhood fort, safe in our imaginations.
Aww, man...perfect! Made me want to build my own. I just might. Seems like a good place to hide :)
Gorgeous!
Total awesomeness!! :)
lovely. Lola is one talented artsy chick.
Love all the pink! It's like a cotton candy glitter fairy land.
Oh that is so cute! What lovely coloured lights as well.
oh i love this!
I loved to lie beneath our tree at Christmas and look up through the branches at the lights. This reminds me of that. Shining nostalgia. It will always be a happy memory.
that's my kind of fort!
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