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Peaches
My story begins one summer day not long ago. It was a gorgeous day in Montana. The mountain tops were covered with pure white snow. The blue skies were crystal clear. The sun was shining bright, I could feel its warmth. The air was gentle and inviting. It was a good day for a play-date to the park with my Grandsons. As we were driving from…
Karen Stene