It will all be okay, it will.
I don’t know how, but I do know it will be okay.
It may not be what we all think it should be, but it will be okay.
The universe holds all our fates in the stars. Trust the universe.
I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of tryin...
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