May you always enjoy blue skies above, and may your landings be forever soft
5.04.2009
Grandpa's Lake House in Bridgeport
I also went to my grandpa's lake house in mid-March, for the first time in at least 5 years. It's where I learned how to fish, ski, and where I think of every time I smell a freshly opened a can of Sprite.
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