Time is like a handful of sand- the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers

My girl Iranda:

 I miss you terribly, my sweet wonderful puppy.... Wait for me, I'll come soon... You must feel lose between stars... I love you, sweetie...

Time passes by so quickly. Change happens all around us every day whether we like it or not. Enjoy the moment while you can. One day it will just be another memory.    







































 







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