Who has problems, when you have clouds like these?
Not Lilly, who was set for an adventure.
We returned to Harrisburg earlier in the week only to discover that the grass is not green anymore. It's fried. Luckily, Lilly and I found the only green left in the field.
And we plopped our behinds right down in that green patch. Because, who knows how long it will last.
And that's pretty much all there is to that story.
Except Lilly felt like being ironic
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