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Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 01 May 2013 - 05:50 PM
Posted 21 May 2013 - 12:19 AM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 18 July 2013 - 12:12 PM
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Posted 09 September 2013 - 12:06 PM
Posted 16 September 2013 - 04:27 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 17 September 2013 - 12:37 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 09 January 2014 - 08:42 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 27 April 2014 - 12:26 PM
Posted 24 July 2014 - 07:37 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 02 September 2014 - 09:08 PM
Posted 05 September 2014 - 08:09 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 30 December 2014 - 02:28 PM
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
Posted 08 May 2015 - 05:20 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 24 June 2015 - 05:19 PM
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Posted 06 July 2015 - 04:46 PM
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
Posted 30 July 2015 - 06:34 PM
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
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