Sometimes a smile is born and creeps across your face as you walk up to a familiar little cove and see that you are alone…the smile grows up and explodes into a million little smiles, and stoke is born.
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Sometimes a smile is born and creeps across your face as you walk up to a familiar little cove and see that you are alone…the smile grows up and explodes into a million little smiles, and stoke is born.
2 comments in “Love Language 3·04·10”
March 4th, 2010 at 12:56 pm
yes please!
fill up the love tank!
March 4th, 2010 at 3:31 pm
Fill it up!
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