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Most of the moments are captured in my mind, and my heart. They remind me to start each day with a fresh perspective, not to harbour grudges, and to always do my best where Allah has placed me.... Welcome 2011....
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
What a Drugstore Was Meant to Be..
____________________________________________________________________________________________________Day was hard not going. Opened to take some good
Phone was afraid of course. Any way it could go ahead. When she passed and checked to show.
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