lying on the trampoline
the leaves are not exactly yellow and the evening gold blasts frankton's rugby shouts
hamilton is going into its winter as I need the extra avil sleep
cycles bursting with energy and allow myself this pleasure under
tamarind tree
three more months and the winter will be gone
hope's little excited mellow gleeful screams as her dad chases her
aucklnad just a wee bit warmer...just a wee bit
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