Infinity Mirrors
When I was a young girl I would spend many summers at my Aunt and Uncle’s house. A beautiful home on acres of land in a little town called Silver City,MS. As the car tires hit the gravel, that usually was a clear indication that we had arrived. We drove up what I liked to call the “pitchfork drive”. It was a kind of “U” shape with a stretch at the end. While parking all you can see are beautiful…
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