Photo Story Friday: My Friend Gerald

Behind the brick townhouses off the coast of Maine, there lies a still river. Each and every day, Lindsey waddles down to the side of the slowly rushing waters and throws leftover bread crumbs to the ducks that reside there. Although she is only a twelve year old girl, blonde tendrils of hair cascading overContinue reading “Photo Story Friday: My Friend Gerald”

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