It was time for a little sprucing up around the house. Most importantly, my territory. Piles of worn clothes on the top bunk, books left unorganized, bags.... let's refrain from going there. As I sorted out what's to be thrown out and what's to be kept, I came across an old postcard my Dad had sent me, during one of his many flights.
One of the things I treasure.
I'd been looking for it everywhere, and just when I'd almost given up hope, I'd found it.
I guess it's true that things come your way when you least expect it.
If the people around me believe I can, who am I to think otherwise?
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Let the flames begin, another brilliant song from Hayley an her band mates. Love!
P.S - The happiness of stepping into MPH, passing by arrays of books, smelling the crisp that is new books - I love em' all. And this time, I went home with The Time Traveler's Wife.
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