Monday, February 15, 2010

On Our Way to Grandma's Farm

I remember when I was a child, we would run and play in the hills, not a care in the world, having a gay old time. Unbeknownst to us the omnipotent danger was always lurking from the shadows of the Umbrella Tree. God I hated that Gloria one, she was the most dangerous of them all.

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