5/31/12

every time I never spoke.


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something about that house makes my heart warm.
maybe its from visiting every summer when i was younger.
or from the two years we lived there and drove my grandpa crazy being wild children.
i still remember waking up to my grandma putting a blanket fresh out of the dryer on me.
and the times we ran in the forrest behind their house chasing deer.

1 comment:

  1. your pictures are all so eye catching- I love them!

    xoxo Natasha

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