Home. Finally, I’d come back. It had been too long to remember the last time I was here or the reason why I left in the first place. I walked through yard, the grass inviting my naked toes. The sun warming my bare arms. A bird flew nearby, singing the familiar tune of my childhood. Its shadow flashed across the lawn and I looked around for my own shadow, but I could not find it. Then the memories returned like a gust of wind and I blew away with the ease of a summer’s breeze.
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Claire
If writing is my hobby, then drinking coffee is my vocation. That's the dream anyway.
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Oh! Beautiful and bittersweet ❤