My granddaughter gave me a stuffed llama, a reminder of bygone days. Love it!
The llama perched on the podium speaks volumes to me. The huge mouth searched my coat pocket — I snickered as he snatched my snack. A model citizen, its quiet hum connects me to the past. 7/30/2019
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