Scenes of Heart Creek
Growing up Heart Creek was always there. Singing me to sleep at night, roaring angrily in the spring, and silently in the fall. Most of all though it provided everyone in Fauquier with drinking water.
Growing up Heart Creek was always there. Singing me to sleep at night, roaring angrily in the spring, and silently in the fall. Most of all though it provided everyone in Fauquier with drinking water.
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