When I called you Love, you were all alone, you were lonely, When I gave you love you couldn't get enough, I'm the only.
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shea beth
My glass is always half full, waiting to pour into you.
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Even though rain is not my favorite thing, these photos just reminded me how romantic it can be. Those jars as lovely too!
Beautiful photos! I love the "fragile heart" one. :)
I must say I love everything about this blog of yours. Following you now!
beautiful photos and lovely blog.
Nicole visiting from
http://lettersfromcoco.blogspot.com/
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