Do the Walk
Listening to: The Boogie That Be, Black Eyed Peas
Thinking of:
She sat there in solitude on the pier, a bag of bread in one hand and the other, feeding the ducks.
He with his little feet ran with glee towards the ducklings and squeeling as the little fuzz balls dash about.
A brief description of an English spring/ summer (Mother Nature's been rather confused) at the Lakeside Pier
Thinking of:
She sat there in solitude on the pier, a bag of bread in one hand and the other, feeding the ducks.
He with his little feet ran with glee towards the ducklings and squeeling as the little fuzz balls dash about.
A brief description of an English spring/ summer (Mother Nature's been rather confused) at the Lakeside Pier
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