A Stranger Every Sunday
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Goodnight nobody, goodnight mush
Why do these pictures and words never get old? I must have read
Goodnight Moon
ten thousand times, and I still love it.
Goodnight stars. Goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere.
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