It always reminds me of you...
The gloomy sky, the chilly wind
The smell of burning wood
In a fire pit...
The quietness of an empty park
The falling leafs
It brings your presence
To my memory...
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The elementary school - (ode to childhood)
Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan...
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