Bruised knees, rushing home for dinner.
The days that were, when minutes could feel like hours, hours could feel like minutes.
Tatty jumpers, worn shoes, a light heart.
Tatty Jumpers
Bruised knees, rushing home for dinner. The days that were, when minutes could feel like hours, hours could feel like minutes. Tatty jumpers, worn shoes, a light heart.
Scruffy Dog Ear Rambles 
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