Me and my boy :)
Tiago opening his morning Easter basket... and blowing on his windmill :)
All the goodies for all the cousins :)
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And the crisp, bitter nights set in I'll bid adieu, adieu to the sun And embrace the northern winds Wake me from my restless sleep ...For the trees will crackle soon And shed their cumbersome coats and dance bare with me and the moon
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