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RE: A long, hot summer/ Memoir Monday №52

in Silver Bloggers5 months ago

When you are a child you don't know what is hot or cold, you just run around until your cheeks burn and the adults force you to stay in the shade. Play covers everything, imagination runs wild and laughter doesn't let you breathe well and that's how it should always be. Greetings, friend. Welcome.