ConversationsInterval: The Convenience of Memory “I remember you doing that.” Doing what, dear? “Taking my drum away… I never saw it again.” I don’t remember, dear. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Lovely blog!
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Thank you Rosa. I like yours too!
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