Tree Gazing

Memories
Holding one child on a hip, and one by the hand – we gather under the trees.
“Shh, listen!” The wind stirs the leaves. “The trees are clapping their hands!”


Tree Gazing

Memories
Holding one child on a hip, and one by the hand – we gather under the trees.
“Shh, listen!” The wind stirs the leaves. “The trees are clapping their hands!”

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