Love Language 3·04·10
March 4, 2010 by admin
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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yes please!
fill up the love tank!
Fill it up!
yes please!
fill up the love tank!
Comment by korkor — March 4, 2010 @ 12:56 pm
Fill it up!
Comment by Surfbird — March 4, 2010 @ 3:31 pm