Stardust Underfoot

"It is never easy to keep reaching for dreams. Strength and 
courage can sometimes be lonely friends. But for those
who do reach for stars, they walk in stardust."




This weekend, we chased dreams with our grace girl.  



She reached. 



She sparkled.



Joy was in her eyes.




She soared.


Stardust was underfoot.


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