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5 comments:
Shrinkage! Goodness, if I had berries they'd be taking a trip inward.
That's a neat pic.
I remember those early a.m. practices. As a kid I didn't matter to me. I loved it. but I think my mother always had to work so she was spared. and that certainly is a fine picture.
O.M.G. What kind of forsaken part of the country is this that doesn't have indoor pools?
What kind of forsaken part of the country is this that doesn't have indoor pools?
The kind that has weather so mild no one need pay for such an extravagance, that's what.
Anyway, as ms b sez, the kids don't mind at all. They build little shelters and huddle together and laugh about stuff.
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