A SOFT SKY IM PRESENT IN MY THOUGHTS. HAPPY TIMES, TINY FINGERS CRUSH BLUEBERRIES WHILE MOTHERS TALKS TO SUCH AND SUCH. AS MUCH AS I REMEMBER DEEP SAND UMBRELLAS FOR ARE EYES. SPLISH SPLASH AS THE OCEAN LAUGHS WITH US. SUMMER DAYS TURN LIKE PAGES. AGES THE NASTALGIA BOOK.
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