December 2011
21 posts
Reblog if your Mom is beautiful.
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The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice ‑ though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible.
It was...
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