I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it. — Donna Lynn Hope
I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it. — Donna Lynn Hope
I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it. — Donna Lynn Hope
I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it. — Donna Lynn Hope
I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it. — Donna Lynn Hope
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I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it.

— Donna Lynn Hope
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