twenty three August 2, 2013August 13, 2014 | erinreeve at the moment, I’m despairing of ever having happier years than I have already had. and of ever being as loved as I was. sorry … not to be super melodramatic or anything. I ought to go to sleep and stop thinking. Share this:ShareEmailFacebookRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
Thinking of you lots, lately. While I plant stuff on the farm, and pull weeds, and hear birdsong. Life’s a bitch. Time is so short when you’re happy, and so long when you’re sad. But you will be better next summer. It WILL happen. Love you, sister. LikeLike Reply
Thinking of you lots, lately. While I plant stuff on the farm, and pull weeds, and hear birdsong. Life’s a bitch. Time is so short when you’re happy, and so long when you’re sad. But you will be better next summer. It WILL happen. Love you, sister.
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I am certain of it, too, Erin. Things will be good again.
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I really, really like AL’s comment. 🙂
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