In the eyes of my childhood is a world full of colors with familiar images. Is water hyacinth violet petals, red peppers, dragonflies the glitter round marbles, iridescent black eyes, grey sunburn on face.The September harvest, rough that there once inserted in the bird nest coat bags bring home for you, or the same father as cracking crab clinch in the corner of the wall for them cows wandering the House Eve to play. Childhood laughter the Exchange by the tears roll on Daddy's face. How many smiles as much tears. The seemingly little things he does is to remember that now when the smart new son major know because love dad willing to sacrifice themselves to the live fun happy.
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