Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".
Craig ThompsonMots clés love novel beautiful blankets
At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.
Craig ThompsonFor what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?
Craig ThompsonAnd there you have it, Your Highness. Turning a jug of water into gold.
Craig ThompsonMots clés humor-inspirational
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