
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses.
The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
Maud Hart Lovelace (b. April 25, 1892 – d. March 11, 1980)


“Spring will come and so will happiness. Hold on. Life will get warmer.”
— Anita Krizzan (b. January 26, 1966)

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