Someday, you will be old enough to read fairytales again. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe
dearly beloved
A gentle melody that nudges— awakens, a memory it wasn’t love then, not yet just a noncommittal thought that you would always be there. The tune was dusty, metallic a music box phantom from somewhere the ashes of ashes vibrating soft melancholy of a forgotten matter of fact. to the unconditional love between a child …
A. A. Milne
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a brigde and lean over to watch the river slowly slipping away beneath you, you'll suddenly know everything there is to be known. Whinnie the Pooh
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