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 ThompsonTag: 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 ThompsonTag: humor-inspirational
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