bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something
bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something
bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something
bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something
bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something
bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something
bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something
bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something
bittersuesse-epilepsien: “People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence… free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something