La Quinta

There he was sitting on the ledge, his little legs dangling over the side. He was wearing a light blue buttoned shirt, patterned with stripped fish along with denim shorts that met the tops of his oversized wellington boots. His wellies looked as if they would fall from his dangling feet at any moment as he sat grinning at me. His smile big and bright enough to warm any heart. As I approached, he lifted his arms to me, first …

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