At the Lake
Elijah was hanging out on the dock being a good boy.
Kyra caught a fish with her princess fishing pole.
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In my favorite poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay, he reminds us that like the seasons of nature, life is one season melting into another, and quickly fading away. This is my attempt to document each season in my life and my family.
