It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
— Maud Hart Lovelace
Betsy-Tacy and Tib
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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
— Maud Hart Lovelace
Betsy-Tacy and Tib
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved