Our porch is covered in windchimes (I love them) and though I hate cold weather I'm starting to love how the cold weather sounds. The afternoon is shining through the blinds and the boys sit outside making up songs to Matt's bango. It's funny sounding but the windchimes and their laughter accompanying their stupid songs about "hands" or "the brave
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