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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

she walked away

taking her ribbons and scuffed suitcase with her. leaving behind ghosts of the past and the pitter patter of tiny heartprints.
Posted by Capegirl at 6:04 PM

2 comments:

floots said...

nice image

11:44 PM
camera shy said...

ohhhh
heartprints

i love that

9:59 PM

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