Ellen Hopkins Death SayingsEllen Hopkins A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us. We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane. Ellen Hopkins BestQuotes4Ever.com A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us. We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane. |
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