When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers. — L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers. — L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers. — L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers. — L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers. — L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
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When weeds go to heaven, I suppose they will be flowers.

— L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
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