I climbed into bed, wide awake and full of dreams. — Rebecca Timberlake, Bookish Hearts
I climbed into bed, wide awake and full of dreams. — Rebecca Timberlake, Bookish Hearts
I climbed into bed, wide awake and full of dreams. — Rebecca Timberlake, Bookish Hearts
I climbed into bed, wide awake and full of dreams. — Rebecca Timberlake, Bookish Hearts
I climbed into bed, wide awake and full of dreams. — Rebecca Timberlake, Bookish Hearts
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I climbed into bed, wide awake and full of dreams.

— Rebecca Timberlake, Bookish Hearts
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