My sister bought some new felt tips, kinda jealous, so I got out mine. They're an odd bunch of old ones & new ones, some of them work, some of them don't, but we've been through alot together. They went to Belarus and back, possibly my biggest & bestest adventure yet...
"But if I reached for your hand, would your eyes get wide?
Backyard of butterflies surrounded me!"
Fill the sea with tears,
Tell the moon to come home.
Let me dream...
"suffering produces endurance, endurance produces character, and character produces hope"
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