23 April 2018
18 April 2018
Sealy with Ông
It's hard to know exactly what to write about this, but we spent the first weekend of April in Sealy losing George's father. We returned a week later with mine. In Sealy, the air is fresher, the skies are clearer, time moves more slowly, and the memories are vivid.
Sealy in April
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