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when my son was younger he asked - how old are the mountains from where did the First People come why does the sun sleep in the ocean what is the color of rain now that my son is older stronger, wiser and bolder he asks - how old are the mountains... ...what is the color of rain some things don't change.
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Nov 30, 2014
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r ~ 11/30/14

Hey, Son. :)

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