Rustlings in the green....imagination, art, whimsy
I remember that little red-haired boy. And I remember his mother wading into a swimming pool in her clothes because she thought he was in trouble. Hugs, sister. I love you.
I remember that little red-haired boy. And I remember his mother wading into a swimming pool in her clothes because she thought he was in trouble. Hugs, sister. I love you.
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