May we think back on simpler times:
fluid arc, gurgling of hose, giggling of little girls, with long hair. strawberry scent dizzies the air - suds are everywhere. waterfall rainbow rinses youths cinnamon strands, chubby cheeks jiggling. sunshine dries soaked hair as they continue to play in my fresh air memories. 3/16/2020
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