memories like a fire winter—whenever cold warm hands them.—Ditta — Madeleine L’Engle, Joys Love

Madeleine L'Engle The Joys of Love

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But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta

Madeleine L'Engle, The Joys of Love

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