Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this daughter of York; And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house. In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
August 21, 2016 -
....you think you will miss them the most when you need a shoulder.....it's not ....it's when there's happiness to be shared and you can't....
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