March
April 2009
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"hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune-- without the words, and never stops at all..." -Emily Dickinson-
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Och jag känner mig så trygg hos dig Jag känner att du älskar mig För när du säger det så tror jag dig Jag känner mig så trygg hos dig
Men om du längtar hem nån dag Och saknar nått precis som jag Då leder vägen dit den ska Om du längtar hem nån dag
reach for the sky because life has no limits or boundaries. boundaries are just other people's fears, and limits are just other people's expectations. you only get one chance to do all the things that
"love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes habit."
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i'm never letting this one go, because often certain people enter our lives at the most peculiar times for the most beautiful reasons. they seem to make such perfect impressions while leaving behind a
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love is like wildflowers; it's often found in the most unlikely places.
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