When the heart is heavy, the hands crave work — Courtney Angela Brkic, The First Rule of Swimming
When the heart is heavy, the hands crave work — Courtney Angela Brkic, The First Rule of Swimming
When the heart is heavy, the hands crave work — Courtney Angela Brkic, The First Rule of Swimming
When the heart is heavy, the hands crave work — Courtney Angela Brkic, The First Rule of Swimming
When the heart is heavy, the hands crave work — Courtney Angela Brkic, The First Rule of Swimming
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When the heart is heavy, the hands crave work

— Courtney Angela Brkic, The First Rule of Swimming
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