Carlene and Fiona14 minutes, 49 seconds ago
"Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps." —Charlotte Brontë
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~ xox
white mouse, thanks.
🌈⭐️
~ xox
white mouse, thanks.









































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