There's something like a line of gold thread running through a mother's words when she talks to her daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself
Chloe
Who would ever think that so much can go on in the soul of a young girl?" -Anne Frank
1 comments:
Awww... I love it. Sweet!
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