When power loses its electric hold over hills and dales Moth balls and plastic grass hold a childhood summer day in its musty cellar with coffee rings and aprons ready to embrace on the settee. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
