Posted by Rhonda J Flanagan on November 29, 2011 dying summer falls gently away. remembering sunny days…laughter, sadness and joy. days shorter and nights longer. a year older…your eyes crinkle now. the sweet embers of bronze memories call from the lakehouse. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading... Related
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