There was a sadness in the mandolin players face. I think it was because his band was drowning him out for the first song.
There was a sadness in the mandolin players face. I think it was because his band was drowning him out for the first song.
Optimizing Life in Maine
tiny tales, six word stories, short stories, and more!
Steps Into the Stream
The ramblings of a retiree who cycles and cooks in France
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
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Independant Book Reviews and More
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I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up...
comics, nonfiction, everything in between
Adulting is hard ok
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https://www.tangietwoods
Just two girls that want to share their love of books!
Enjoy your life as much as you can
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I do love a good mandolin tune!
Aw! 🙂