Simret screamed her face off when we stuck her in the backpack -- until we stuck a bottle in her face.
After Simret refueled, she was exuberant to be on momma's back walkin thru the forest. Simret is a flower child.
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what a beautiful child...once upon time i was taking you into the woods..and you were my woodsprite. seems so long ago and far away...and never comes the day.
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i miss you...
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