Akiva got wet immediately.
Iris waited…
…and then she got wet.
Then it was a happy, hot wet day in June.
Akiva got wet immediately.
Iris waited…
…and then she got wet.
Then it was a happy, hot wet day in June.
First we walk down to the river,
then we go in.
As I sliced beets for borscht, Iris pointed out the familiar pattern hidden inside.