I Startle at the photos you take the ones night cast in a day Time glimmer way by the lake. The trees, I had a dream of return multicolored joyous, I was able to fly and the trees were higher than in childhood because they had been growing all the years since they’d been cut down. When Thomas brought the news that the house I was born in no longer exist, neither the lane nor the park slip into the river, nothing.
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