𝕥ꫝꪖ𝕥 ᦔꪖꪗ ᭙ꫝꫀꪀ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꪶꪖꪜꫀꪀᦔꫀ𝕣ⅈડꫝ ᠻ𝕣ꪖᧁ𝕣ꪖꪀᥴꫀ ડꫀꫀρꫀᦔ 𝕥ꫝ𝕣ꪮꪊᧁꫝ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ᥇ꫀꪖꪀડ ꪮᠻ ꫀડρ𝕣ꫀડડꪮ, ᧁꪮꪶᦔꫀꪀ ᭙ꪮ𝕣ᦔડ ᥴꪮꪑρꪮડꫀᦔ 𝕥ꫝꫀ ꫝꪗꪑꪀ ꪮꪀ 𝕥ꫝꪮડꫀ ꪗꫀꪶꪶꪮ᭙ⅈડꫝ ρꪖᧁꫀડ ꪮᠻ ડꪮꪊꪶ That day when the lavenderish fragrance seeped through the beans of espresso Golden words composed the hymn on those yellowish pages of soul I liked the picture so very much I can't express! Thanks Quote Stitchers for this innovative treat...
