We would drive to my grandma’s house where the sun would stream through the windows and her dog would bolt to the door to see who it was, then run away once she found out it was us.
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We would drive to my grandma’s house where the sun would stream through the windows and her dog would bolt to the door to see who it was, then run away once she found out it was us.
Art Therapy with Kimberly 