MEMORIES.
A sunlit path across the fields,
The shadowed silence through the trees,
A quiet cove with flowing tide,
The smell of wood-smoke on the breeze.

With all the joy which memory brings
I think of happy, far-off things.

The peace which comes with falling snow,
The first star on a frosty night.
The days we shared with those who cared.
Those times we set the world alight.

With all the joy which memory brings
I think of happy, far-off things.

May you dream well tonight, goodnight
        from Sandra & Titania. xx

Thanks for a singing bush lark Bjarne, xx

See you tomorrow sprinkle

Tak for Lærken 💜

Skift Farve ✨

Tak for Nattergalen ♥️

❤️

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　　 　 *☆.•*¨`*•.¸♥ Good night

Griffin, ty!

Tak for en Mus ❤️ 🐭

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(.      Monday              ☆
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․ ․`'☆.             .☆¨   good weekend xx
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  ty for the Singing Bush Lark and the pink diamond