Seeing the little girls in their Easter dresses, witnessing the arrival of the first flowers, and feeling the cool pine air coming off of the Rockies, I couldn’t help but think of this glorious song from almost a year ago. Ave, Tin Spirits!
Seeing the little girls in their Easter dresses, witnessing the arrival of the first flowers, and feeling the cool pine air coming off of the Rockies, I couldn’t help but think of this glorious song from almost a year ago. Ave, Tin Spirits!
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