To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. – Clara Ortega
The Lucasi Family 2012
… then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve…. But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”
3 thoughts on “Touch of Time”
Galing ng color coordination. Planado ba yan or it just so happened that you always pack white clothes?
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