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Sitting in the presence of grandeur and I realize I'm always much more comfortable outside these places than in them I imagine the childhood memories made here not clouded by ornate gold ceilings or silver that's meant to be polished but instead spent running through the maze of outdoor man-made paradise Much like the Secret Garden this must have been their fortress from this where they made blissful hidden memories a treasure chest of "remember when" The only key that can unlock it is letting go Become that elated child again running through the maze of your life that the universe created without listening for the dinner bell
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
The Rosenberg Castle
Sitting in the presence of grandeur and I realize I'm always much more comfortable outside these places than in them I imagine the childhood memories made here not clouded by ornate gold ceilings or silver that's meant to be polished but instead spent running through the maze of outdoor man-made paradise Much like the Secret Garden this must have been their fortress from this where they made blissful hidden memories a treasure chest of "remember when" The only key that can unlock it is letting go Become that elated child again running through the maze of your life that the universe created without listening for the dinner bell
ryan-frisby
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
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