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Where the Trees Sing
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Handfuls of sand = happiness. Or so I'm told. Not with words, though. Elaine was too busy to speak, trying to move the entire park's worth of sand, handful by handful, into her stroller. She thought we should bring it all home with us.
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