Again.
Dear Winter: We forfeit. You win. We are ready for spring and you are no longer welcome here until next December. As you exit, please send in Spring and tell her to bring lots of sunshine and 60 degree days with an occasional thunderstorm and warm rain so we can play in the puddles.
Ah, if it only worked that way!
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| breaking out the princess bike for a quick ride down the sidewalk |
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| Audrey practiced writing her "A's" with the sidewalk chalk |
Sarah



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