making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in — Amy Harmon, Making Faces
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making the most of every second, because seconds became minute sand minutes became precious when life could be taken in less than a breath.

— Amy Harmon, Making Faces
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