Tag: Childhood memories

  • Home. There’s A Wind Blowing…

    I came back home this weekend. It doesn’t feel like home anymore. But it reminds me of home… …the place where memories rest in eager anticipation of my recollection. And now I recall…all the memories this place has brought…and the nostalgia of Fall linking me to my past…linking me to any place I’ve ever called…

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