The Port Austin boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can… Continue reading
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My lovely lady.. You laughed at me as I told you. I love you so, my lovely lady. You make my life midnight dances and I love you honey kisses. You are my… Continue reading