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Remember those carefree days when you sat on a porch swing in the evening and listened ...
When I was twelve, I went hunting with my father and we shot a bird. He ...
The only truly affluent are those who do not want more than they have. — Erich ...
Slate coloured clouds with ragged fringes are drifting slowly overhead. Between them one has a glimpse ...