
four things | fifty-one
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It’s our final few days before it gets dark ridiculously early. I’m
already feeling the darkness creeping in as I’m sitting at my easel in the
afternoon...
1 day ago
"...they always looked back before turning the corner, for their mother was always at the window to nod and smile and wave her hand to them. Somehow it seemed as if they couldn't have gotten through the day without that, for whatever their mood might be, that one last glimpse of their mother's smiling face was sure to affect them like sunshine..."