Childhood and the end of summer. They seem to grow up over the summer don't they? I can see the story of many little girls in this capture of Ella, including that of my three sister's and mine. A summer of mud pies, fireflies, bike riding, running back and forth between friends' houses barefooted, collecting new pets, new bruises and bumps, new freckles and a little more independence.
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