Musings of a firefly who thought he was the moon.
by the second day of continuous driving from SF to Vancouver I started to crack up a little.sweet memories...of sweet raisins stuck to my teeth...and sweet giggles of children..and sweet scolding of there mother....even though the started it! :E
by the second day of continuous driving from SF to Vancouver I started to crack up a little.
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