Girls Look Pretty In Their Sunday Finery
Grandpa ever vigilant, but not necessary because the neighborhood is now at peace. To look upon them, is to imagine a peacock displaying her tail, and all it’s glorious kaleidoscope of colors. They are still young, still innocent, still only play and having fun occupy their minds now. If grandpa and parents continue to build a foundation of security and trust, it bodes well for their future, in this uncertain world.
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