Pastel Dresses
Young ladies in their pastel Easter dresses pooffed out with crinolins dancing in the Eastern
Sky on this early Sunday morn added a aura of cold to the frosted grass in the pasture. The
sun was brought up by the constant crowing of the roosters across the creek. Their necks
must have been stretched to their full extent for it to be possible to produce all that powerful
sound and bring such color to the morning sky...
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