While looking through pictures today I stumbled across this:
Oh darling mother, do you remember all the times we have spent at Powell Gardens? I can remember clearly your mad darting from flower to bug to statue as you frantically tried to see everything. I recall all the giggling too as we talked about all the things that were only important to us. But I also remember how quiet and calm those days were, with only the sound of the wind jostling our conversation.
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3 hours ago
I want the Renaissance faire too
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