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Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more

Are you ready for the Snowmen Apocalypse?

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart. St. Jerome

Y you little!

Wherever I lay my hat, that's my home

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. Paulo Coelho

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. Oscar Wilde

Game over!

I'm beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Let there be light