Sometimes giving up feels like the easiest thing to do. But then the easiest thing has never produced more than a garden — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Sometimes giving up feels like the easiest thing to do. But then the easiest thing has never produced more than a garden — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Sometimes giving up feels like the easiest thing to do. But then the easiest thing has never produced more than a garden — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Sometimes giving up feels like the easiest thing to do. But then the easiest thing has never produced more than a garden — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Sometimes giving up feels like the easiest thing to do. But then the easiest thing has never produced more than a garden — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
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Sometimes giving up feels like the easiest thing to do. But then the easiest thing has never produced more than a garden full of weeds.

— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
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