Mint on the counter waiting to be muddled into a cold drink.
Locusts chirping.
The bedroom icy with air conditioning.
The joy of wearing sandals again.
Mint on the counter waiting to be muddled into a cold drink.
Locusts chirping.
The bedroom icy with air conditioning.
The joy of wearing sandals again.
Proudly riding my very first horse, Rusty, with my sister Susan looking not so thrilled. I still have that clock that's on the ste...
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