Not flesh of my flesh Nor bone of my bone but still Miraculously my own. Never forget for a single minute You did not grow under my heart but in it. by Fleur Conkling Heyliger
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Wanderers Talk
- baesae: Thanks ishrath! but we found some cloth that fits very good our needs....
- baesae: sooo cooool! but what happens if it’s raining? (we will be outside).....
- jj: I wish it were easier to find a place with a balcony around here! Or at least a...
- farheen: thanx a lot for the wonderful idea. made one for my princess and she is loving...
- Celina: Thank you! Made one for our child, it was superb! It took a lot of time to...
- Heba: I tried it it turned out ok but not moist at all. How come there is no liquid in...
- Reshmi: I’m so glad I chanced upon this ‘healthy’ version of the...
- Emma: Delicious and easy, thank you! I used a 8″ square cake tin. Took just over...
- Celina: This was good!!! got lots of compliments so sharing it with you
Thank you! - shailesh dabholkar: “life is art and art is life”