Once when I was seven we found wild strawberries growing in the weeds by the back gate. They were watery and plain but that was the least important thing.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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Once when I was seven we found wild strawberries growing in the weeds by the back gate. They were watery and plain but that was the least important thing.
I like this story.
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