Silver Creek walking babies

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cortland drank in everything his mother had to say with gusto, exploring the flowers she pointed out, staring up at the birds she mentioned. each tree they passed was given a glance or a cursory sniff. the world was everything he had ever wanted, and there was so much of it! when rowan paused to invite him to her side, the boy rushed over as quickly as his fat legs could carry him, muttering his interpretation of her word over and over again.[/tr][/td][/table]