Late fall 1960, my brothers and me. I'm the one reclining.
I think we've thrown back about as far as we can here without getting into my pre-existence. I once heard someone remark that we don't get upset about not being around before we're born, and then wonder why would we dread not being around again years and years into the future. Hmmm.
1 comment:
haha, little dude, awesome :)
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