When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, m — Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
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When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, mind half gone...Never shall I cut from memory my sweet love's beauty.

— Lisa Mantchev, Perchance to Dream
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