c. Mid 20th
Every day my sis and I ride our bikes to our secret place. The forbidden place. . .we do it anyhow.
It is like when Dad told us not to play with that plastic beach ball in the living room, as soon as he left, what did we do? We broke the glass coffee table. Well, this is just like that when we do this and find stuff.
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| Post Card found in old trunk behind the Victorian House c.1906 |
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| The Scrap-Book page with the front of the Post Card c.1906 |
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