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.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 9:40 PM UTC
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.
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