I harvest pieces of time from hour plates. I am a collector of the past. -Marianna Fulger
...a bruised reed He will not break... Isaiah 42:3
Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year - it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. -Unknown
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Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year - it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul. -Unknown