I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and bravin — Nancy B. Brewer
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I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the future

— Nancy B. Brewer
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