Over a two year period, my four (soon to be five) year old daughter and I cut out a walking trail that runs through our woods. When days get long we take a walk within them. Some of our conversations are of a moths that flutter by, fox holes covered in briers and of how a tree with it's lower trunk filled with water will quench the thirst of some creature passing by. I hope that she will remember and will one day look back and cherish the memories of our time together walking the trail and clearing the way.
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Rain, Rain, don't go away, give us coldness in each day, bring us back sweet memories, of teenage love and childhood play.
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