She runs through the field hoping I will keep chasing her. She loves the special feeling that being the center of my world gives her. The field echoes the high trill of her laughter.
She is my childhood.
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Also by Marcy Kellar
She runs through the field hoping I will keep chasing her. She loves the special feeling that being the center of my world gives her. The field echoes the high trill of her laughter.
She is my childhood.
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Also by Marcy Kellar
