365 days, 365 pictures. That's my goal. Am I a photographer? Spend 30 seconds looking around, and you will see clearly I am not. But I do love preserving these days I have been given so that I can one day look back and remember them, because my memory is just not efficient enough to count on. Trust me.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
day 67
march 9
The cruelest thing in the world is when Dad comes home from work, just to get called out again. His heart can't handle it.
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