Dh and Ds at the woodpile talking things over. The ribbon looks like it is very funky in this, but it is actually just olive, grosgrain ribbon. I don't know where all of the waves came from in the photo here.
I wrote the little poem myself. It reads: When I am grown, I may not remember the words we said, but I will always remember you took the time to listen.
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