Lost in childhood memories, I found myself picturing the old weeping willow by our crick. I used to swing on its thick, hanging vines, feeling carefree and exhilarated. My mind conjures images of my parents …
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Lost in childhood memories, I found myself picturing the old weeping willow by our crick. I used to swing on its thick, hanging vines, feeling carefree and exhilarated. My mind conjures images of my parents …