The clatter. The racket. The noise. The excitement. The angst. The constant beeping of text messages. The consistent ringing of the landline.
It was all too much.
Chaos blanketed our normally tranquil home. Tink’s television series was in the full throes of production and there was constant commotion. Horses that took off a-runnin’; actors with sore throats; rain when th...
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