Sunday morning. Mother’s Day. I sit on a brick bridge watching ducks tread the waters […]
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The morning begins with the frying of bacon, the smell fills the house as the […]
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Sunday morning. Mother’s Day. I sit on a brick bridge watching ducks tread the waters […]
The morning begins with the frying of bacon, the smell fills the house as the […]