I was dreaming,
of crystal, clear waters of the spring,
where I went as a child~
ice cold water and sandy bottoms
where little fish nibbled on your toes.
©annettealaine 2017
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I was dreaming,
of crystal, clear waters of the spring,
where I went as a child~
ice cold water and sandy bottoms
where little fish nibbled on your toes.
©annettealaine 2017
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