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Aug 2021
There's an ache and a peace that washes over me with the little bay's tide. All memories made in this town are etched on my heart - good, bad, devastating, eternal. It's a home like no other and I might never tend roots except familial ties here again, but this is my soul place.

Tracing old paths down memory lane bathed in golden hour sun.
Written by
Jane  27/UK
(27/UK)   
72
   MS Anjaan and Fawn
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