As carefree children frolic in the gusty lilt of spring they murmur joyously with every unembarrassed fling rambunctiously extending tiny hands into the air divulging friendly secrets only artless hearts can share.
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We grow up? Just a guess. ;)
a beautiful description of childhood, too bad it can't last.
2 comments:
We grow up? Just a guess. ;)
a beautiful description of childhood, too bad it can't last.
I know :(
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