Tuesday, December 13, 2016


Memories are a special house, we build inside ourselves, Where love and laughter linger, Where all our past life dwells. On holidays like Christmas we can draw up on the store, Reliving happy times And feeling all that warmth once more. Wherever we may travel, This house is always there, To help to blend the old and new, To build on… grow.. and share. This house can never get too full, Just grow from floor to floor, Because the joy of memories Is always making more.
*Author Unknown  

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