Last night, our caliche road and metal roof glowed in the moonlight. I could see the trees along the creek dancing, and the wind was the song they danced to. Ah, summer nights.
Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Last night, our caliche road and metal roof glowed in the moonlight. I could see the trees along the creek dancing, and the wind was the song they danced to. Ah, summer nights.
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