The sun is out, the bulbs are pushing up, the buds on the trees are bursting to go but the temperature is brrrrr. The silhouette belongs to my son Oren.
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The sun is out, the bulbs are pushing up, the buds on the trees are bursting to go but the temperature is brrrrr. The silhouette belongs to my son Oren.
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