Carlene and Fiona3 minutes, 41 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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Hi Lore ~ xox
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Hi Lore ~ xox


































