She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of h — L.M. Montgomery
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She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now--the glory and the dream?

— L.M. Montgomery
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Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends — but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.
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