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I remember that one of the great things about having bunk beds is that you can make forts. Here are the boys in one of theirs (they also like to put all their bears and monkeys and Malachi in).
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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What is Abe doing with his face, trying to imitate Seb? I like how alarmed Malachi looks to be included, though.
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