my dearest fräulein hydrabert,
great news. for once i don’t have to just say it’ll be a short entry, nay, it actually will. can i get a collective woop woop, everyone? 494 more words
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If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that–warm things, kind things, sweet things–help and comfort and laughter–and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.
your american/canadian adventures have come to an end and it must feel very strange not to be traveling anymore. strange, but maybe (hopefully) in a nice way? 423 more words