Fifteen days.
Fifteen days.
Freedom comes in fifteen days.
Beaches.
Mountains.
Sparkling streams.
Mine for two months.
Plump baby cheeks.
Sticky baby hands.
Moist kisses and endless questions.
Fifteen more days and it's mine.
May is the longest month.
Sweden’s Greetings
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“The holiday festivities were in full swing at my sister’s house in
Linköping, Sweden in 2000. I’m in the middle with my dad and my niece.”
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2 comments:
I wish I had a summer break. Sigh.
I kinda think March is the longest...but I'm with Kristina. No summer vacation.
Hope you make it those 15 days!!
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