Spring is watermelons floating through my open window. Spring is the warm hand of the sun beckoning me into the…
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It is not summer yet, barely even spring. But oh how wonderful it is, sitting in this gasping house windows…
Spring is watermelons floating through my open window. Spring is the warm hand of the sun beckoning me into the…
It is not summer yet, barely even spring. But oh how wonderful it is, sitting in this gasping house windows…