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Bubble Days


On the way somewhere boring

I just happened to see this baby on the bus laughing

Suddenly, I'm a puppy too

 

Smiling and giggling as I walk down the street

Passing by people

Spreading my seeds

 

Finished the garden

Planned for months

Can't wait for blooming to come

 

Sitting on the porch

Warm gentle breeze

The empty plastic bags are dancing

 

Baked some cupcakes

Icing and sprinkles

Hope she likes them

 

Tandem bike riding

Fun in the sun

The times we used to have

 

 

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