The goodness of a teeny tiny beating heart
This teeny tiny heart beats and I am pleased beyond measure with this treasure…
This teeny tiny heart beats and I am pleased beyond measure with this treasure…
…should I stick to my uniquely crafted Great American Smokeout pledge, there is no doubt that soon I will be smoking…
…when the day came to kiss his little forehead and gaze into his trusting hazel eyes one last time before planes, trains and old technology separated us, I almost changed my mind.
It is dinner time and the place is packed, mostly with tourists I would guess, drawn in by the sign at the entrance proclaiming “Birthplace of Harry Potter.”