BrooksHouse
The archive I began when my father died.
All the kids loved it, but it was like a religious pilgrimage for Max.
Trying to hand paint a blank chess set as Star Wars figures for Cooper’s Christmas gift.
Jury’s still out whether they will work for her or not.
And on Robin’s birthday no less. At least we have him some antibiotics now.
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