Prodigal parents
away with rain, we become
heaven’s disruptions.
Prodigal parents
away with rain, we become
heaven’s disruptions.
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Oh my goodness, the black baldy one is adorable!
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I think Mountain is tired of Rain’s tears and wishes she would go back to Sky!!!!
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