Georg was lucky when it comes to rolling the tiny balls into the hale he'd scooped into the damp soil between the two sets of steps, but he was just as generous in letting Trudi borrow marbles from him if she lost hers. To keep playing was far more important to him than winning.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
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