Tuesday, May 20, 2014

133/365

 While checking out at the grocery store, you found a necklace.
Rolling down a grassy hill. This is summer. This is childhood. 
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1 comment:

Carley Klein said...

Your blerbs are getting shorter.

May 22, 2014 at 11:40 AM

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