It was a beautiful night at Nancy's float house. The mountains turned pink and the water smooth as glass.
Pretty as a picture.
Shouldn't life always be this way? Simple. Happy. Fulfilled.
I say yes.
A homemade treat.
Summer's fleet.
Life's complete.
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It was a beautiful night at Nancy's float house. The mountains turned pink and the water smooth as glass.
Pretty as a picture.
Shouldn't life always be this way? Simple. Happy. Fulfilled.
I say yes.
A homemade treat.
Summer's fleet.
Life's complete.
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