I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them. — Holly Goldberg Sloan, Counting by 7s
I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them. — Holly Goldberg Sloan, Counting by 7s
I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them. — Holly Goldberg Sloan, Counting by 7s
I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them. — Holly Goldberg Sloan, Counting by 7s
I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them. — Holly Goldberg Sloan, Counting by 7s
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I cut all my words out. My heart was too full of them.

— Holly Goldberg Sloan, Counting by 7s
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