....your breath is taken away....
by grandeur...grandiose...spectacular...
or...
maybe by something as simple as a rose from the back yard:
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A Sunday in May
The Gym Rats go to church to listen to Freddy Wearrien....we all clean up pretty well. Marty had not been to a Sacrament meeting in YEARS....
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