“And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.”
Hubby & me
Son, Marshall
Sundae Girl
Gypsy Girl
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