Dear Photograph,
My brother and I were lucky enough to not only live in the same home for most of our lives but to also have this gigantic backyard at our disposal. My brother used to attack me with tickle bombs and make us forts out of the couch cushions. Now, I’m 19 and he’s 26 and Grandpa’s garden is no longer there, but one thing stays the same: the beautiful magenta flowers still bloom on the hillside at the end of March every year.
Marjorie

This post is posted on Thursday 18 April 2013.
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    excuse my runon sentences, but YAY!
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