Friday, February 27, 2009

45 x 365 #107

107/365 - DB

You'd laugh as we'd pat your head and watch your hair bounce back into place. You'd dance with us around the kitchen. You'd wipe away our tears as we went back to our real life - the yelling, the pain. "There's always next summer," you'd whisper.

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