The last few days I have had terrible longings for the trees of my youth, the woods I used to explore when I lived in Tennessee. Yesterday I was talking with Devin about gullies with vines hanging over them that you could swing out across, blackberry brambles, about the haunted barn near the high school. Of course, all of that area now has been developed now, ugly suburbs where the thick brown woods used to be. I would go into those woods alot during the winter, which I don't even have the luxury of here in Hawaii, strange to talk about winter as a luxury. I guess when it's in your blood, in your past, its more of an essential thing, something to reconnect you to all that lost time.
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