A Grand Time Just Around The Bend
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I can’t remember the last time I was here dragging my hand across the hot sand, feeling chilled breezes that kissed the lake before rustling through the wisps of hair that framed my face.
I can’t remember the last time I was here dragging my hand across the hot sand, feeling chilled breezes that kissed the lake before rustling through the wisps of hair that framed my face.
