March 10th 2019: smooth concrete
Twilight Street was where I spent the majority of my summers as a child. I can still smell the fresh cut grass and hear my Aunt’s windchimes alerting us of an impending thunderstorm. Visiting the relatives was my favorite thing to do. There was always something going on at aunt Marilyn and uncle Todd’s house. … Continue reading March 10th 2019: smooth concrete
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