Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it.
Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it. - Claire Holden Rothman
- Claire Holden Rothman
It was the seventh of November, 1918. The war was finally over. Maybe it would be declared a holiday and named War's End Day or something equally hop… - Claire Holden Rothman
It was the seventh of November, 1918. The war was finally over. Maybe it would be declared a holiday and named War's End Day or something equally hop…
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