Nothing stands still, except in our memory. — Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden
Nothing stands still, except in our memory. — Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden
Nothing stands still, except in our memory. — Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden
Nothing stands still, except in our memory. — Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden
Nothing stands still, except in our memory. — Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden
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Nothing stands still, except in our memory.

— Philippa Pearce, Tom's Midnight Garden
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