It feels like the opening to a short story
Fresh fruit
Coming in for a landing
Along the dunes
Worth the climb
Sensing Voldemort
Morning, Florence
The things left behind
Open
Pet
More bird
Happy 4th
Up up and away
Big bird
Fifi
Look behind you!
Eli’s new roommate
This doesn’t seem that hard to understand
From a distance, we are instruments marching in a common band.
Gang of three
In search of the pot o’ gold
Families in all shapes and sizes
Foggy Tuesday
A night of stars
Hardish at work
Puppy Love
Pardon the obvious question, but does anyone really know what time it is?
Waiting
Hot dog
Gone to seed