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Nov 2019
I remember those woods like the back of my hands,
A place so familiar
yet different with every passing season.
Nostalgic for the place that built me.
Outgrown but never forgotten.
dani
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dani  21/canada
(21/canada)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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