The phone from the past did not live to see my birthThe phone from the past did not live to see my birth
The smell of fresh grass. the noise of the cornhusker. i'm back in my childhoodThe smell of fresh grass. The noise of the cornhusker. I'm back in my childhood
My son and i cook peach jam, where my son separates the peach halvesMy son and I cook peach jam, where my son separates the peach halves