Shasrara
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TBI #3
When we lived on the farm, a couple of acres near the top of Prune Hill, my sisters played softball in an open field. They had plenty of room for all the bases and an occasional spectator, such as myself, the kid who was too little and uncoordinated to be included in the game. Our Continue reading
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