As the breeze of the sumer wind,
flows through my hair and across my face,
the warmth of the sun feels good on my skin,
as the smell of apple pie coming from grandmas window.
As I swing on an old tire swing she put up for me.
As I swing I would sing and my grandma would listen to me .Oh how sweet it was to be at grandmas.Long years have past and so is she but the feel of the summer sun and breeze takes me back to grandmas.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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