The Next Olympic Star

October 28, 2014

Walking up the driveway, her dad waves me in from the front door with a lavender rubber glove on his hand, 'Sorry! I was in the backyard!' He walks me in through the Tuscan courtyard in the middle of the house, complete with a bubbling fountain and dripping vines....

 

 

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