I have wearing my
sweatshirt the last couple of
mornings.
Mist crawls over
the mountain.
Fall is in
the air.
It would be
nice if it would
last always.
"you shouldn't judge a book by its cover" - what lies beneath could bear an element of surprise
My aunt and paternal grandmother had made arrangements to take my cousin and me on a California adventure. I believe were about eight and...
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