The sky is full of faces
we greet them
at breakfast
While the wind fumbles
sighing, tired
at the door
_
we greet them
at breakfast
While the wind fumbles
sighing, tired
at the door
_
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I've been traveling
It was just a quick trip to check in on MIL, but our 48 hour trip to Yellow Springs (Friday evening to Sunday evening) turned into quite the...
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