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When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.


Riding a horse into a deserted town centre for a high noon shoot-out is so passée.

We use scooters now.

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4U2 said…
Love your pictures! This together with the text makes me both smile and makes me warm on my heart. Also a little sad when we know that these littles one day have become adults and completely independent of us! :)
Kris McCracken said…
4U2, I hope that they get quieter!