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Island Traveler 2012

Every morning, my sister makes me and my dad a freshly grind brewed coffee. Facing the garden, we would talk for hours. Sharing our hopes and future dreams. I miss them every now and then.

Every morning, my sister makes me and my dad a freshly grind brewed coffee. Facing the garden, we would talk for hours. Sharing our hopes and future dreams. I miss them every now and then.

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