I'm having a morning tea in the quiet garden.
The charming cottage at My French Country Home.
Quiet now because the boys are asleep.
And so are Gibson and Ghetto. They are such pals, Gibson must be lonely when Ghetto isn't here to play.A journal about life at our house.
I'm having a morning tea in the quiet garden.
The charming cottage at My French Country Home.
Quiet now because the boys are asleep.
And so are Gibson and Ghetto. They are such pals, Gibson must be lonely when Ghetto isn't here to play.
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