What is it about this time of year that calls my name? Is it because the summer holiday has been impressed into my earliest memories - an embodiment of the lazy days of childhood? The lengthening days seem filled with the promise of laughter, sun-browned faces and whispers of summer love.Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Lazy Days
What is it about this time of year that calls my name? Is it because the summer holiday has been impressed into my earliest memories - an embodiment of the lazy days of childhood? The lengthening days seem filled with the promise of laughter, sun-browned faces and whispers of summer love.
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Summer!? I think it has forgotten us, but your picture made me remember. Oh, to be digging in the sand and basking in the sun.
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