“when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Daughters are angles sent from above to fill our heart with never ending love. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The touch of his fingers sent her heart to dancing, and her mind flitted to being held in his arms after he… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
