Friends

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.

Henry David Thoreau.

There are so many little moments that go by that I wish I had my camera. Playing at the park. Playing outside. A quick hello between friends.  A run in the library. Games played outside. Giggles. Laughs.  Playing.  I love summer for this, because I can hear them loud, running, laughing, playing…. oh and so much more.

The only way to have a friend is to be one.

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

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