Of the terrific bond called friendship

It comes in different shapes, sizes, and colors. One can go hunting for it all over the place and never find it. And one may run into it when and where one least expects it. So elusive is this thing called friendship. One cannot judge or grade it basis number of meetings or the amount of time spent together. Sometimes one just connects. Sometimes they just touch one’s heart. Sometimes they just make one’s lips curl in a smile. And that’s why they are called friends.

From left to right: the esthetic , the spirited , the wild , the tender , the affable , and the perky OddGirl


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