My daughter had to do a report on an old object, heirloom or old photo. It made me think of the little music box that my grandmother gave me when I was about 8 years old. It still plays and makes me think of her when I wind it up. I can't help but smile when I hear it play.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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