There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
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There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions.

— Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
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