Missy B
I used to think I kept my cat, but I think it is my cat who keeps me. She clawed her way into my heart, and wouldn't let it go. However, I wouldn't want it any other way.
Something Old
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. J.R.R Tolkien
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