Fifteen April Seventeen

My aunt sent this little montage of photos via text this afternoon. That one on the far right, with the little spike in the front, I still remember the barbershop (which I think is closed down now) where I got the stick of hair...

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Unravel at night

When the day begins to come to an end in this house the word unravel doesn’t even begin to describe the chaos that can occur. Not that it happens every evening, but when it does it’s very evident. That is all...

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